Page 50 of Enslaved

I swallowed thickly, still tasting the tang of him on my tongue. “Don’t. Please don’t ruin what we could have before we even start. It’s not too late Christos. Stop chaining me…,” I reached out with a wet hand, but he moved out of reach. For a man who wants nothing but to fuck every part of me, it was strange how he took great pains not to be near me.

“You are sounding like a woman who is confusing what this is with a relationship. I don’t do relationships.”

“Not ever? How sad for you, to go through life like this, trading one woman in for another. You must be lonely.”

“I never get lonely, little dove. Why would I when I always have a pet by my side? Sure, pets don’t live forever but they are easily replaceable, eh?” He stroked the side of my face before dropping his hands and walking out, shutting the door softly behind him.

I shuddered, rose from the tub and wrapped myself in a heated towel. Are all his previous subs, dead? Did he kidnap them all and dump their lifeless bodies overboard? Is this why he turned this luxury yacht into a prison? My mind spun in a circle, panic set in, I quickly rifled through each drawer in the bathroom looking for anything I could use as a weapon before he chained me again. But there was nothing. Nothing I could use to protect myself from him. Even though he’s never forced me, barely even looked at me in the past days, I know it’s coming. There’s a shift in the air, a change in the tides and if I’m not careful—I’ll get dragged under.

Then suddenly the door opened, I stood up quickly with a guilty look stamped all over my face. “Ah, dove, I’d be disappointed if you didn’t search for something, but there’s nothing here, but me and you. Come.” He held out a hand, his handsome face showing none of the tension he was full of in Capri.

I was terrified.

In the short time I knew him, I learned that Christos had the charm of an angel when he wanted but underneath his overpowering beauty was the ugly darkness of the devil. He switched back and forth between the two, at times it was as if he was two men sharing one soul. One side dark, the other pure light.

He linked our hands. Fire shot up my arm from where we touched. I hate him; I kept telling myself. He’s evil, a kidnapper, a sadist, probably a killer, but my body craved his touch. I couldn’t deny it.

“Put this on.” He held up a fine ivory silk teddy that fell to mid-thigh. My towel dropped to the floor, and I raised my arms, feeling the cool material slide down over my pebbled nipples. It slid over my flesh in a caress. I removed the blindfold he had fastened earlier. Wearing it made me feel weak, making me more vulnerable to him than I already was. I turned in his arms, lips pouting, begging for a kiss, a touch—for him to fuck me like I knew he could. His eyes were on my nipples, straining through the fabric, my dark pink buds were so ripe for him, it was as if the material was sheer instead of ivory.

He muttered something in Greek, bent his head and circled my nipple with his tongue. The wet silk clung to my breast. Then he did the same thing to my other breast. I moaned clutching the back of his head. He breathed hard, resting his head against my stomach as his arms came around me.

His hands roamed down to my ass, cupped my firm cheeks, rubbed me over the silk, sighing as he moved down between my naked thighs. His breath tickling my warmth, “fuck you’re beautiful. Just once, maybe I could give you what you want if you give me what I want.”

“What’s that?”

“Total domination. Give yourself over to me, no protests, no safe words…no limits.”

“No safe words?”

“Safe words are for amateurs. I’m not a traditional DOM…I take everything.”

Holy fuck.

Would I do it?

“I want more than my lover from Capri, Christos. I want my freedom back.”

“No.”

“Then you have your answer.”

I moved past him, but his arm came out, snaking me around the waist. “Slaves have to earn their freedom.” He dragged me to a dresser where another pair of shackles lay. He clipped one to each wrist, leading me around like a dog on a leash made from chains.

“It’s time to eat. Oh, I almost forgot, here.” He opened a drawer, taking out an oversized pair of dark sunglasses. “Wear these for the next few days, until your pupils recover.”

The smell of the open air filled my lungs. Even though I was chained, the ocean air helped me feel a bit freer. Freer than I had felt in days. He led me to a table on the back of the boat, shaded by a sun sail. The sun wasn’t overly bright, and I knew it must be late afternoon or early evening.

“What time is it? Better yet, what day is it?”

He pulled my chair out for me to sit, then took a seat opposite me, unfolded my napkin and placed it in my lap.

“May 25th.” He glanced at the watch on his wrist, “five o’clock, or thereabout.”

“I’ve been here for only four days? It feels like forever.” I picked at the hem of the linen napkin fighting back tears. I was so confused. I wanted to be free, to be the woman I was, but…but I couldn’t deny the attraction that made me wonder if he gave me the choice if I would’ve chosen to have a fling with him, despite every warning bell ringing in my head?

He pulled the chain to my cuffs tight, scooted his chair next to mine and uncovered a few dishes.

“Eat.” He brought a piece of food to my mouth, feeding me like a child.

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