by Vivian Ward
Chewing on her bottom lip, she looks adorable. She’s so weak and vulnerable. She has no idea how much I want to make her my plaything; tie her up, bend her over, and show her who holds all the power, but I’ll wait. I’ll save it for another day. Perhaps, when I think she is ready, but that day is not today. Right now we’re still circling the block with training wheels but sooner or later, she will fall.
Ignoring her question, I place her plate on the stand beside her bed as I sit in the chair near the window, using the cart as a makeshift table. “Let’s eat, Ally.”
She stares at her food, crossing her arms in defiance as her nostrils flair. “I’m not eating anything,” she says indignantly, pushing her plate farther away from her.
“The last thing I need is for you to starve yourself. Eat up,” I say, shoveling a forkful of pasta into my mouth. Ignoring her childish display of starvation, I continue eating my lasagna until every last bite is gone. I can see that this is going nowhere fast as she has no interest in speaking to me just yet, so I abruptly stand and begin to clear the dirty dishes, leaving hers behind so she can eat later.
I’m almost to the door when she breaks the silence in the room. “Are you going to hurt me?” she asks.
I think about her question for a moment before answering her because I know that I have to be delicate with her, at least at first. I have many plans that I’ll put in place to break her and make her mine—some of which include physical force, while others don’t. She can make it hard, or she can make it easy.
Who am I kidding? Even if she obeys, she’ll still get it rough.
“Only as much as you want me to,” I reply, opening the door to let myself out of the room.
“Wait!” She calls out. “You didn’t answer my question earlier. How long do you plan on keeping me here?”
Our eyes lock and I grin at her. For a moment, I almost see a reaction before she puts her invisible walls back up and that’s when I answer her.
“Forever, Ally. You’re mine now.”
Chapter 7
Ally
My heart sank to the floor as I heard the click of the lock after Colton shut the door. My mind says he’s not serious about keeping me forever, but my gut tells me differently.
When I was working at his secret sex club, Club Kaswell, I knew that he was dangerous. My body didn’t have the fight or flight syndrome for no reason. I could sense it in my bones, even though he’d given me very little to go on before he told me all of the things he wanted to do to me.
And after seeing the dark glare in his eyes as he ate in my room, I know that his original plans—the ones he shared with me at the club—are only the beginning. He has something more sinister in store for me and I know this because it doesn’t take a genius to figure it out. I can almost—almost—see right through him. The way his lips pulled back, exposing his perfect teeth, and his eyes widened, it was almost as if my question was absurd. The problem is, I’m not sure how deep the eye of the storm runs when it comes to Colton.
I tossed and turned all night, worried what he might do to me if he were to come in my room while I was sleeping, but nothing happened. The night was uneventful with the exception of rain hitting the window from the scattered thunderstorms that we had last night. Sitting in this room with nothing to do is driving me crazy. My Sunday morning is spent just like most of my Saturday afternoon as I stare out at the crystal blue pool that’s now littered with debris from the trees that blew around during the storm. The dull turquoise sky threatens to spill more of its angry energy as dark clouds continue to roll in.
Sighing, I think, “Oh well, at least it’ll give me something to watch.”
I hear the cylinder of the lock click seconds before the door opens. Colton is pushing the same silver cart that he had yesterday. Instead of trying to make a run past him, I remain seated in the chair near the window and keep my gaze focused on the storm that’s brewing on the horizon.
“I checked on you earlier to see if you wanted breakfast but you were sleeping,” he says as he rests the cart between my chair and the bed.
I’m not sure what time he came in but I was awake around 9 AM, but it doesn’t matter. I continue to ignore him as he sets out both of our lunches. Through my peripheral vision, I can see that he begins eating without me.
“Things will be much better for both of us if you cooperate, Ally. I’m a very reasonable man.” He pauses to take a drink from one of the glasses on the tray. “Now, I’m sure you don’t like being here but it’s necessary.”
“Necessary for what reason, Colton?” It’s the first time I’ve spoken and my tone is harsh. I’m not here to play games; not that he cares.
“You see, Ally, we both know that we belong together. The sooner you get off your high horse and realize it, the easier it’ll be for both of us. I don’t want to keep you locked in a room, but you’re not really giving me a choice. Until you cooperate—,” I cut him off.
“I have to be at work tomorrow, so what’s your plan, Colton? Are you just going to keep me locked up here when I’m not at work? Have one of your guys—your driver—drop me off in the morning and pick me up at the end of the day? It’s not going to work.”
Laughter fills the room while he acts as though I’ve told the funniest joke. Annoyed, I narrow my eyes and lock my stare on him.
“Ally,” he says, rubbing his stomach. “You’re not going to work. You’ll be working from here—remotely.”
“What?” I emphasize on the T. “Who in the hell do you think you are? You’re going to ruin my internship! They don’t allow—,”.
Holding up his hand, he silences me as he begins to speak. “I’m a very influential business man, Ally, and I’m not ruining anything. I know Greg personally, and he will speak with Gretta tomorrow about your absence. Everything will be fine.”
But everything won’t be fine. My entire story on him is on my work computer. How am I supposed to present it to Gretta if I don’t even have access to it? I also wanted to read over it a couple of more times before I showed it to her to make sure I didn’t leave out any details. I won’t be able to do any of that if I’m stuck here.
“You can’t keep me here like this,” I say. I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes, but I fight them back as best I can. “What is it that you want from me, Colton? What do I need to do for you to let me go?”
Standing up, he removes the untouched plate from the cart and sets it on the stand beside my bed, along with a glass of water. Laughing, he shakes his head. “Ally, babe, I want you. I want all of you, and I’m never letting you go.” My hatred for him begins to burn deep as I briefly entertain the idea of forever being his prisoner, but then he says something that both scares and shocks me. “I hope you realize that it took a great deal of time to learn about your hobbies, but I quickly realized that you love reading after studying your apartment.” He grabs something off the bottom shelf of the silver cart but his movement is so swift that I fail to see what it is. “These should keep you entertained and bring you up to speed on some of my hobbies.”
I watch as he places three books next to my plate of food but remain quietly seated until he disappears out of the room with his stupid little cart. Scurrying over to the stand beside my bed, I see the book titles that he left as a parting gift. I’m beyond pissed off and appalled. Shaking, I stare at the titles: Bondage 101, Being a Good Submissive, and, my favorite, Bondage and Beyond.
Now I know exactly how he knew that I’d love that autographed copy of Gone Girl and how he knew my favorite wine. None of it was an educated guess, nor was it Internet spying—which I would’ve preferred—but he figured all of this out by snooping through my apartment. How could I have not known? How could I have been oblivious to the fact that someone had gone through everything in my apartment? How did I not realize it the moment he stole me from my home?
The thought of him doing all of this infuriates me and turns my stomach, but it also excites me. Thinking of him going through my thin
gs to learn more about me makes my skin prickle in goosebumps. I’ve never had a guy care enough to learn so much about me that he’d go through all that trouble.
And that’s when I want to slap myself for thinking this way. I can’t allow him to charm me when I should be creeped out, but I can’t help it. The more I think about it, I want to hate him but I can’t. I should hate him for a lot of things: for snooping through my home, for breaking in to my home, for kidnapping me, for holding me as a prisoner, and for turning me on.
Damn him. He shouldn’t have any right doing so, but how many billionaires chase after average girls like me? How many girls would have this type of opportunity? How many journalists could write about this story? The story of a sadistic billionaire kidnapping the very person who had already set out to expose him.
I have a lot of thinking to do about all of my mixed emotions and how I could potentially turn this all around in my favor, but for now, I’m going to eat because I’m starving. I only refused to eat because he was here. When he’s here, I do everything I can to despise him just so I can anger him the same way he angers me. Now, if only I could find a way to drive him insane like he makes me feel. The problem is that he’s already learned so much about me and I have a lot of catching up to do with him. Perhaps the best key to learning more about him is in the books that I can’t take my eyes off of.
I shouldn’t want to read them, but I do. I shouldn’t want to know what he likes, but I do. I shouldn’t be doing a lot of things but Colton has a hold on me that I can’t let go of no matter how much I want to run away from him. He’s the Big Bad Wolf, only I’m not strong enough to survive what he’s capable of, but maybe I can outsmart him.
Maybe.
Chapter 8
Colton
She’s as stubborn as they come but she’s beginning to break. Her mini hunger strikes are very short-lived and she’s not as hostile as she’d like to be or thinks she is. Her bark is a lot worse than her bite, but even then, it’s not that strong. She’ll soon learn that the opposite is true for me and that my bite is much worse than my bark.
They always say the quiet ones are the people you have to watch out for and I consider myself very reserved. Snakes are extremely quiet animals but their venom is lethal, and I pack a healthy dose. Ally has no clue what danger she’s truly in—if I wanted to put her in danger.
I’d rather have her warm up to the idea and give herself to me willingly than to have to take it from her, but I only have so much patience and I will do what’s necessary. For some men, they like the fight but I like my women willing. I prefer for them to surrender and submit. I want them to give themselves to me before I take everything they have to offer.
Leaving her to secretly ravage the food that I left in her room, I make my way to my office so I can watch her on the monitor while I send off some emails to make sure she’ll be working remotely until I can trust her not to do anything stupid, like publishing a story about me. It still makes my blood boil that she thought she could slip into my club, gather some of its dirty secrets and then publish them to further her career. Honestly, it shouldn’t surprise me. If I were in her position, I’d do the same thing because everything in this world is cut-throat. If you don’t do it, your competition will.
I’m sure she probably has some notes or, who knows, maybe she’s already started to write something, but I’m going to make sure it stops at where ever she’s at in the process. When I was looking through things in her apartment, I never found anything pertaining to me but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. She could have it stored electronically, on a computer, phone, tablet, or someplace else. There’s no way I’ll ever let her publish a story about me so no matter where she has her information, it’s irrelevant because she’ll never use it.
As the golden, evening sunset begins to set in the sky, I look over at the monitor and see that she finally picked up one of the books that I left for her to read. Good, maybe she’ll learn a thing or two and maybe she’ll start to behave better. At the very least, she’ll fall into line with my plans.
A girl like her needs to learn about being a good submissive. It’s obvious she’s been in charge her entire life, but it’s time she hands over the reigns. She’s intently reading the book, turning the pages pretty quickly. It’s definitely a good sign; it means she’s interested in it. I also take note of her empty plate. I knew she’d eat it once I left. She always does. It makes me wonder if she’s not eating when I deliver her meals out of defiance, or if she’s just timid about eating around other people. Knowing her, it’s probably the former.
My phone rings, breaking the silence in my office. Even with someone else here, the house is still as quiet as it has always been. When I have my way with her, that will quickly change because she won’t be able to keep quiet; regardless if she squeals in pleasure or screams in pain. I guess it’ll depend on what she’s in to, but either way, we’ll both find out.
“Hello Tyler,” I answer the phone after seeing his name on the caller ID.
“Glad to know you’re still alive! I haven’t heard from you in a few days. Where have you been?”
I weigh my options, debating what I should—or shouldn’t—tell him. Do I say I’m holding her captive? Do I say I have a house guest? Do I lie and say I’ve been fucking my brains out for the last few days? Before Ally came along, it wouldn’t have been unusual for me to respond with an answer like that.
“I’ve been busy,” I finally reply.
“Busy with what? You haven’t been at the club for days, and I need to talk to you about something.”
“Oh? What’s on your mind?” I ask, gazing at the monitor. I’ll be damned if what I don’t see makes my blood simmer while simultaneously making my cock rock hard. I had no clue it was so easy to be pissed off and completely horny at the same time, but with Ally, everything seems possible.
She’s still reading one of the books that I left for her; which one, I have no clue but it doesn’t matter. My eyes are glued to the screen, watching her as her legs spread wide open and her hand disappears beneath her unbuttoned shorts while she continues reading. I fixate on the movement beneath the denim material and watch as her hand slowly rotates in small circles. I know she’s busy rubbing her clit, and I’m pissed that I’m not the one doing it. It should be me—and only me—who gives her pleasure, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying this because I most definitely am.
“Colton? Are you listening?” Tyler snaps. “Damn it, you’re not paying a bit of attention!”
“I’m sorry. What?” I ask, as I go back to watching Ally on the monitor.
“Tell you what, how about I just come over tomorrow at 7:00 for dinner?”
“Okay,” I nonchalantly agree, until I realize what I’m agreeing to. “Wait! What’d you say?”
“Dinner, at your house, tomorrow at 7. What the fuck are you doing over there?”
“That won’t work for me. How about something else?”
“What the hell has you so distracted?” his voice trails off. “Oh, wait a minute! You must have someone there! I’ll bring a date!”
“What? No!” I shout. “I mean, yes, I am—,”.
“Then it’s settled. We’ll be there tomorrow at 7,” he says before the phone disconnects.
Damn him for not backing down. Now I’ve got to figure out what to do with Ally by tomorrow night. I either have to get her on my side or lock her away so that if she tries to pull any stunts, nobody will ever hear her.
Staring at the monitor, I watch her hand pick up speed as she alternates between swirling and stroking. Swirling and stroking, swirling and stroking. I can feel the pre-cum soaking my boxers as I slowly lose my mind watching her. I can’t help but unzip my pants and play along with her—even if she doesn’t know that I’m doing it. Cupping my balls, I grab the base of my dick and completely expose myself as I watch my beautiful captive’s cheeks grow rosier by the second.
Her swollen breasts protrude, partially bloc
king view of her face every few seconds, as they rise and fall; her hardened nipples prickle against the cotton fabric. With each passing breath, her heaving breasts seem to rise and fall much faster. All I can think about is how much faster she’d breathe if I were there, choking her, withholding her air until she became perfectly still. I would most definitely choke her into unconsciousness.
Spitting in my hand, I moisten it, and slowly begin stroking the length of my cock. Feeling every rigid vein in my thick dick, I re-imagine the night that I fucked her on my office desk at the club. I still remember how her greedy pussy gripped my throbbing cock and milked it for everything I had. I never thought I’d stop coming that night. Instinctively, I tighten my fist as I continue pumping my hand in an inadequate attempt to mimic that night with her and how it felt to be inside her.
Arching her back, I watch her coffee-colored hair dangle from her scalp while a moan and a soft sigh escape her pouty lips. Hearing and watching her serves to make me want her even more. There’s something about her weakness, her vulnerability right now that makes me want to go in there, rip her clothes off, and pin her to the mattress now more than ever. It’s such an intimate scene, watching her pleasure herself, something I haven’t earned—and something I definitely don’t deserve. But the impatient, selfish bastard in me keeps watching her as I fervently masturbate right along with her.
I want to barge into that room and own her—own her in every way possible and imaginable—but I know that I can’t do that. First, she must be dealt with; she must be punished. She will learn that I am the one who should give her pleasure, as well as pain. I will be the one—the only one—who gives her orgasms, and I will control them. I will tell her when she can—or can’t—orgasm, and I will control how hard she comes.
