His Captive Bride

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by Suzanne Steele


  Once again I giggled. The wine had lowered my inhibitions.

  His hand clamped down on a handful of hair at the nape of my neck and I winced.

  “I am not playing with you girl. Don’t go out with him again!”

  “Stop it Drake, you’re scaring me.”

  “Stop it Drake, you’re scaring me.” He mocked once again.

  He pulled my head back boring through me with his black eyes before his slipped his tongue into my mouth, claiming what he believed was his. He was scaring me with his raw and intense taking of my mouth and I liked it. I had never experienced a man who took what he wanted and made no apologies, but Drake was that kind of man.

  “Suck my tongue, Mandissa.”

  I shaped my mouth in an o and began sucking. I knew that I was playing with fire, but I couldn’t help it. I taunted him, rolling my tongue around it and I began suctioning with more pressure. His groans only spurred me on. Now I was the one with the power. As if reading my mind, he viciously jerked my head back by a handful of hair and spit hissed at me, a non-discernible noise that held a threat of real danger. A feral sound that scared me, yet it excited me.

  I don’t know why I said it, but I did. “I’m sorry, I’ll be good, I promise.”

  “Who’s in control, Mandy?”

  “You are.”

  “Who’s in control, Mandy?”

  I groaned, as I arched my back and my eyes rolled back in my head, “Ahh, you are.”

  “I knew that you would get it, I knew that you had ‘it’ in you, the first time that I laid eyes on you.”

  Drake

  The growing need in my pants throbbed and I ached for this woman. I hadn’t felt this kind of chemistry with a woman in a long time. I knew if I didn’t make my way into a cold shower, that I would be making my way into her. Everything in me wanted to jerk her ass down to the end of the bed by her ankles, and put a dent into her.

  As quickly as his assault on my mouth began, it ended and he made his way into the bathroom.

  The last thing that I heard was the shower starting up before I drifted off to sleep, but not before I felt the familiar pool of moisture between my thighs, the moisture that now accompanied me whenever Drake was around.

  Drake

  I stood towel drying my hair as I eyed my little victim. I’d be damned if I was going anywhere tonight but in her bed. I checked on the little one and she was fast asleep in a clean bed hugging her doll. She was just what her name implied: ‘Precious.’

  I made my way back to bed after checking the doors and windows out of habit. I spooned against the woman that I had so boldly claimed as mine. She was ripe for the taking—and take her I would, in my timing…

  I watch her as she sleeps. She is beautiful in a way that is hard to put into words. I know that I will do anything to make her mine and I already have a plan in motion. Let’s just say that I am going to make her an offer that she can’t refuse, I will strike where I know that her heart is. I am a dangerous man, but not only am I dangerous, I am powerful and I will use whatever means necessary to be certain that she does not escape my grasp. Let’s just say that she is as good as mine. I have found her Achilles tendon, her weakness, and I will use it against her in order to obtain that which I covet, what do I covet? Her of course…

  Chapter Eight

  I awaken to Drake being gone and a three year old jumping on my bed. I vaguely hear something about, “Never wanting to leave” and my heart wrenches. How am I going to take this child back and hand her over to a Mother who clearly doesn’t want her?

  Damn it!

  My mind goes back to my own Mother, just another ‘Rosa’ but her vice was the bottle.

  She made it clear from the day of my birth, until the day of her death, that she did not want me.

  At times like this, I wish that I did know more rich and powerful men like Richard. A light suddenly went off in my head, maybe he knew a lawyer who could help me. I reach for my phone to make a call, but it vibrates and I groan. I looked down to see that it was Drake.

  I’m surprised that he didn’t set his own ring tone. Control freak!

  “What Drake?”

  “Watch it!”

  “What?” I question, but this time with less force as if I am innocent of his insinuated transgression.

  “Get the kid and go get in the car that is waiting. I already called your boyfriend and told him that you weren’t taping TV today.”

  The bastard isn’t my boyfriend…

  “Yes, Oh great and powerful one, I’m at your beck and call.”

  “Good girl,” the voice at the other end of the line swoons.

  Hey, since when did he get a driver? Hell, I’ve never seen him in a car, much less with a driver.

  Precious bounces up and down, as we pull into one of the longest driveways that I have ever seen. “Look Manny, a mansion,” she giggles with glee, as she continues to bounce up and down. She is so adorable that I could just eat her up.

  I don’t notice the driver who eyes me, as if he is trying to get a read on me. If I had noticed him, then I would have known that he picked up on the apprehension that is creeping up on me.

  Maybe my wish for making the acquaintance of a powerful being is coming to pass. If so, then why can’t I shake the churning in my gut? This was a good thing, right?

  I picked up my little buddy and followed the driver to the massive double doors. I looked down at Precious and suddenly became aware of her tattered clothing and how dirty ‘the doll’ had become already. I purposed in my heart to take her shopping today and silently hoped that ‘the powerful stranger’ wouldn’t consider me a terrible baby sitter for bringing a dirty kid into his pristine home.

  We were led into a large foyer and I couldn’t help but be impressed with the double staircase that loomed before us.

  Who the hell is this? Who the hell has this much money? Nobody that I know.

  Precious nuzzled into my neck and I knew instinctively that she wasn’t feeling so secure about being in such an intimidating home and to be honest—neither was I.

  We were led up the stairs and ushered into a massive office. A large cherry wood desk loomed before us; with a leather office chair seated behind it. The chair was turned away from us. Whoever was seated there, looked out the large picture frame window.

  Drake

  I took my time turning around. I purposely waited, knowing that it would add to my little victim’s apprehension. When I finally turned around, the look on her face was priceless. Precious leaped from her arms and scrambled into my lap. I gave her a pen and some paper to occupy her, while I soaked up the confused expression on Mandissa’s face.

  I live for moments like this, she is so brain scrambled right now. What a delicious mind-fuck.

  “Sit, Mandissa!”

  My legs feel like lead, as I make my way over and sit down across from a man that I can never get a read on. If I was confused before, I am totally baffled now.

  Who are you and what have you done with my stalker?

  “Sign this!”

  “I don’t sign anything without my Lawyer,” I screech.

  “Sign it Mandissa, it gives you full custody of Precious, until the adoption goes through.”

  I grab his pen and scan over it, signing it before I wake up from my dream that has come true.

  He talks into a speaker and the door opens to reveal a woman who I assume is his Secretary. She barely acknowledges me, as he tells her to, “Put a rush on it.”

  Once again he speaks into the speaker and mandates that his driver bring the car around. He looks at Precious and states, “Come on baby, Daddy Drake is taking you shopping.”

  Suddenly the intrusive thought that Drake could be her Daddy rushes into me head.

  “It is just a nick-name.” Drake looks up through hooded eyes. Sexy, brooding, hooded, piercing, penetrating, dark eyes.

  How does he always know what I’m thinking?

  Precious squeals with delight and wraps her
arms around his neck kissing him. He cuts his eyes at me, as if signifying that this is a package deal. I suddenly find myself regretting that I didn’t take more time with the paperwork. What have I gotten myself into? It is evident that this adoption doesn’t just give me custody; it gives ‘Daddy Drake’ custody too. I tell myself that I don’t care if it will keep Precious safe and to be honest, even with the newfound info, I would sign the papers again. Even though I know that Drake now holds the reigns. He has been given that thing which he covets, control! But now he has control over me and that, I’m not so sure about.

  Chapter Nine

  I listen as the Jamaican hair dresser talks.

  “Normally I don’t have to recommend an intensive conditioning treatment for a child that is this young, but I can’t get a comb through her hair without putting a masque treatment on it.”

  “Do whatever you need to. I don’t want to cut it.” Even though I am talking to her and trying to ignore Drake, I can feel his eyes on me as he does business on his phone.

  “Your boyfriend said: top of the line, so this may take a while. Why don’t you two go and shop while I work.”

  He is not my boyfriend!

  “I don’t want to leave her alone.”

  “She won’t be alone; she has me and that big handsome body guard that you brought in.” She eyes Drake’s driver and winks.

  I look at Muhammad and he nods. His face remains stoically expressionless; with his hands folded in front of him.

  “But what if someone sees her and comes in? What if someone tries to get her, Muhammad?” My gut wrenches; as I think about some rich dope slinging thug abducting my baby.

  “Over my dead body,” he growls in my direction.

  Drake chuckles and I realize that he has been listening in. He rises, taking me by my arm leading me towards an escalator that will transport us to the stores.

  He pulls me to him on the escalator and growls in my ear, “I own you now! I’m going to take you. I’m going to do the nastiest, vilest things that I can think of to you. All those things that I have been fantasizing about, are your new reality, ‘little girl lost.’ You are moving out of your house and into my bed. I’m so looking forward to defiling you and you’ll never be able to wash my stench off of you.”

  He smiles at the woman getting on the escalator going down as we step off. She licks her lips and eyes me with contempt. He gives no clue that an animal lurks beneath his well tailored suit, but I have a feeling that she senses it by the way that she is chewing him up and spitting him out with her eyes.

  Bitch!

  “I’m not going to be another notch on your belt, Drake!”

  “You have no choice!” He growls, as he digs his fingers into the flesh of my arm.

  What I can’t figure out, is why moisture has begun to pool between my legs.

  “Wouldn’t you like a doll that is a little less, urban?”

  Did, that bitch seriously just say that to me?

  I eye the sales lady sizing her up, as I contemplate going into my best rendition of ‘white trash.’

  “Not that I owe you an explanation, but my daughter is Latin American and the last thing that I am trying to do is make her white!” I stifle the temptation to add: ‘A white, uptight cunt like you,’ to the description.

  “Uh, uh, I meant no disrespect, Ma’am.”

  “Uh, uh, uh, then keep your uptight, close minded views to yourself and while you are at it, go get me a different sales lady, preferably one that isn’t racist!”

  Her mouth drops open as she stares, and I know that she is contemplating just how much of a commission that she just cut herself out of.

  “She’s waiting!” Drake growls.

  A moment later a beautiful African American woman makes her way over. “It’s about time somebody put that bitch in her place, now let’s shop,” she states, walking us in the direction of clothing.

  “Let’s do it.” I say, as we all head off together to go and spoil my little Precious rotten. “Spoiled rotten,” just the way that she deserves to be, I think to myself with satisfaction.

  Three hours later we make our way back to the hair dresser and what I see brings tears to my eyes. Precious is beautiful. The master blaster of hair has worked her magic and Precious is happier than I have ever seen her. Her hair lays in dark ringlets down her back. The knotted mass of chaos no longer exists. It is evident that Rosa had been too high and too lazy to take care of the child’s hair.

  I eye the Jamaican hairdresser, as she flips and primps with Precious’s hair while she talks. “This child has got one beautiful head full of hair.”

  We made our way home beat; and literally dragging into the new mansion that would now house our little family.

  Drake & Mandissa

  I kissed my baby and made my way into the Master suite. I hadn’t taken the time to find out where my room was and I was ready to get some sleep. It had been a long eventful day and I was beyond pleased with all that had transpired.

  I stood dumbfounded as I eyed Drake. He was seated on the bed working on his laptop and the man’s body was beyond divine.

  “Do you like what you see? I asked you a question, now give me the decency of answering it!”

  “I, uh, I, uh, was wondering where my room is?”

  He moved his laptop that probably cost more than I make in three months time and stalked his way over to me.

  Oh shit! What was that he said about doing vile nasty things to me? Things that would leave a stench that could never be removed. There is that familiar moisture again.

  He made his way right up to me, until we were nose to nose and as if reading my mind stated, “I say what I mean and I most definitely mean what I say. Now what in the world would have given you the impression that I am letting you out of this room tonight? You owe me!” He twisted a handful of my hair into his fist and growled from somewhere deep in his throat, “Now just how do you plan on paying me back?”

  I mustered up all of the courage that I could. “You don’t own me, Drake.”

  “The hell I don’t! Let’s get one thing straight ‘little girl lost,’ I’m in control! In my bedroom, I rule, reign, and I damn sure dominate!”

  The moisture between my legs that had become a familiar feeling was now a gush. I swear the man can read my mind, because he reached right beneath my T-shirt and twisted the g-string that I wore off. He held it up eyeing it and simply stated: “Mm-hmm.”

  I gulped, as he threw it to the floor. His raised eyebrows mocked me, as he spoke: “I asked you a question, Do….You…..Like…..What….You……See? Because I know that I damn sure do!”

  With that he grabbed the neck of my t-shirt and literally ripped it from top to bottom and I gasped, as it fell at my feet.

  “Clasp your hands behind your back, now!” He leaned in like we had a secret, “Interlock your fingers, little girl lost.”

  The seriousness in his steel whisper left me no options. I don’t think that I have ever felt so vulnerable and I know that I have never been this turned on.

  “Please, please, please.” I don’t know what I was begging for.

  “Oh, I do love to hear a bitch beg. Please what? Take you over to that bed and eat you alive, or fuck you senseless? I’ve got an idea, how bout I do both?”

  He pulled me backwards by my hair, until my knees hit the bed forcing me to sit.

  “Sit with your palms down and cock those knees up baby!” He pinched my inner thigh forcing my legs to fly open. I was horrified, embarrassed, and why was I so wet?

  “He pinched harder, “Oww,” I whined, bending my knees and spreading my legs.

  Once again his raised eyebrows mocked me, “Palms down, don’t forget.”

  That is when he began his assault on me with his tongue. Over, and over, and over, and over, he brought me to the point of climaxing, only to stop. Tears streamed down my cheeks, as I lost all pride and begged my new self proclaimed ‘Owner,’ to allow me to cum.

  “You tas
te absolutely, unequivocally, perfect, now cum!”

  He didn’t have to tell me twice, but he did tell me that I had better look at him the whole time, and I did. Hell, I would have howled at the moon if he had told me to. I have never experienced that kind of connection with a man and I most certainly have never experienced that kind of orgasm.

  Drake

  I tossed her ass down on that bed and pinned her legs back and took what was mine that night. I bent her knees back all the way to her shoulders. I folded her like a piece of paper and took her! Her eyes about bugged out of her head when she felt that piercing of mine violating her. I made sure that girl will never, and I do mean never, be satisfied with another man. After all, she owes me. I had to call in a lot of ‘favors’ to get that girl what she loved. And after the way that she made me feel that night, I knew that I would never let her go!

  I woke up to Precious jumping up and down on the bed giggling. I could tell that this time she was bouncing up and down and landing diaper first onto Drake’s stomach. Why the hell she was still in a diaper at her age was beyond me, other than the fact that her lazy ass Mother hadn’t potty trained her. She would be potty trained by the end of the week—I purposed in my mind.

  Re-fucking-diculous, I thought to myself. Well as chiseled as ‘Daddy Drake’ is, I’m sure that he will be fine with her smacking that clean diaper down on him. Come to think of it his face is chiseled too, along with other things.

  I thought about how he looked and how intense that even his facial features were. ‘Chiseled’ was the only way to describe his bone structure. When you added the black eyes that had the ability to bore through whoever their victim was at the moment, well, it all only added to the man’s aura of danger.

  It was all serving to suck me into an addiction of him.

  “Coffee,” I mumbled.

  “Margarita, queremos café.”

  “Si puedes hablar español?” I eyed him, shocked at the newfound revelation of him being bi-lingual.

 

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