Page 55 of Enslaved

“When I first saw your face, I felt something. You were a magnet. I had to have you, meet you, own you. I almost crash landed the chopper when I saw you standing on the deck with your hair blowing around you. You were barefoot and beautiful. And I never wanted anyone more. After that night when you ran from me, jumping decks, I knew that I had to try. You see, my mother never stopped hoping for a normal child. She couldn’t have any more after me—so she gave every penny she had to fund research for my condition, it’s called, alexithymia.”

“But you do feel, Christos.”

“I feel passion, sure. My body functions as any red-blooded male’s does. But I don’t form attachments, feel angry or sad. I’ve never loved. But I have these pills—funded by grants from my mother to Hexagon Pharmaceuticals. It’s hush-hush, no one knows, and…I started taking them after the night we met.”

“I don’t understand. How could a pill make a person feel?”

“By altering my brain chemicals. The theory is my emotions are locked inside, trapped. My mind is unable to process them. That’s how I became how I am, with women. Every sense, every nerve ending is heightened when all a person can feel is touch.”

“But you feel me? In here?” My fingers stroked between his pecs. I stopped, placed my palm on his chest feeling his beating heart.

“If anyone can get inside—it’s you.”

He stood in the moonlight, with eyes begging me to accept him. The powerful ripples of his muscles shone as he stretched, flexed his jaw and waited for my reaction to his truth.

“Oh, Christos, I’m so sorry. I-I can’t imagine living without really living.”

“I don’t want your pity, little dove.”

“I can’t help it.”

“Just promise me, you’ll stay. Give me a chance to be a man you could be with.”

I felt the cold chain, down my back. “Release me. See if I stay.” I challenged, with an eyebrow raised.

“So that’s it, eh? Open the cage and see if the dove returns?” He unclipped the chain from the collar. But left the diamond encrusted circle at my throat.

“Christos?”

“Leave it. Wear it for me, my dove, as a sign to the world you’re mine.”

“The dove won’t return, because she’ll never leave you,” I replied, bending to sweep my tongue down his abs, through the fine hairs traveling south. I cupped his balls through his black silk pants, gently rubbed his growing length, becoming the master and him a slave to my touch.

“Jessie,” he breathed, him now being the one to thread his fingers in my hair as I knelt, pulled him out, worshipping him with my mouth. He spoke my name in a plea that warmed my heart. He wanted me, Jessie, the woman. Not his dove, who he saw as a pet. I knew the pills would work, that he’d share all of himself with me. Just as I would give all I am to him.

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