Page 24 of Enraptured

CHRISTOS

SHE’S IN THE BARN AGAIN. Crying to the ponies.

It’s too early for a stiff drink so I settle for a fresh cigar.

It’s all gone. Every last feeling that tried to linger. I tore five companies apart last week; a new personal record of destruction. I’m at my breaking point with Jessie. My body needs release. I could drive to London, to the clubs Alex and I used to haunt. But I want my dove back.

I know she feigns sleep when I slip under the sheets, molding her body to mine deep in the night. She sighs softly and bites her lip to hold back her moan as my hands roam over her still golden skin. But last night she was awake every minute I touched her. I can’t hold back much longer. I’ve never been a man to go without sex. Especially since it’s the only pleasure I get out of this life.

I won’t force her. But last night, goddamn it, I wanted to. She wants me, despite her denials. She needs our sweet chaos just as much as I do.

My aching cock wanted to nestle against her curves. But I held him back.

I know the prize between her thighs will be worth the wait. This time when she succumbs to my seduction, it won’t be because of drugs or edging. It will simply be because she knows our sick love will never be over.

I’ll never fuck another woman as long as my dove draws breath. But I needed to show her; teach her I wouldn’t tolerate her tantrums or demands. I am the one in control and she will never forget that ever again. Although I’ve lost my fleeting ability to feel, I haven’t lost my cunning. If anything, it’s sharper than ever. My slow seduction of my dove will be sweeter than her submission the first time. Last night was new to me as well.

My cock pulses in my pants. Hungry and hard, needing her now. But he can wait. The pleasure of riding her bare, coming in her tight glove of heaven will be worth any pain today.

My hand moves to adjust myself.

Moving to my desk, I take a look at the few post cards I have left. But these will never be mailed. I hired a professional hand writer, using samples of Jessie’s writing that I took from her initial application to be a deckhand on my yacht, and had the professional pen a half dozen while she worked on Yaya’s goodbye letter. Jin mailed just a few from tiny towns between Capri, Greece, and finally from the coast of France. The one from France will be the last her parents ever hear from her.

Jessie’s parents think little Jessie was busy, seeing the world like she set out to. I suppose it gave them comfort when they received the news. Whistling like a wolf, I place the postcards back in my desk and walk to the windows.

Soon Jessie will be busy in my bed.

Day and night.

I’ll give her no respite from me. She won’t be able to walk straight for a week. I’ve respected her wish. I haven’t used forced consent. But my patience is running thin.

I’m going to take more than before, give nothing back. My finger traces the small monitor zoomed in on her face. My fist clenches. The memory of how she felt moving under me is too strong to fight. If she doesn’t bend soon, I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to hold out. I knew she needed rest, and to gain her strength back, otherwise I’d have her naked and chained up again.

My cock jerks, remembering how good my dove broke for me last time.Theos, I can’t get any work done stiff as a board and frustrated all the time. With one last, lingering look at my broken bird crying on the stable floor, I close my laptop, turn off the monitor, and pick up my wallet and keys.

Now that I know she’s in my grasp, I need to clear my head and focus. Before I do the one thing to her I swore I’d never do. It’ll always be a yes. And this time I’ll wait for it. But I need to leave before I take her; breaking my own promise. I might be a monster, a devil with no soul, but I still know right from wrong, choosing which rules to follow or break.

Locking the door to my study behind me, I find Mrs. Fitz in the kitchen. “I was just bringing your coffee, sir.”

“Leave it. I’m going to London.”

“When will you be back?”

“I’m not sure. Make sure she eats. Call me or Jin if you need anything. She’s smart, don’t let her crying jags in the barn fool you—if she thinks she has a chance to escape, she’ll use it.”

“She won’t get past me.”

“She better not. Your son’s life depends on it. But just in case, I’ll call Jin back from America early to keep an eye on her.”

“You don’t have to remind me. Is she allowed on the grounds?”

“She can do anything but burn this house or escape.”

Mrs. Fitz nods her head, continuing to prep breakfast for Jessie. I make my way to the garage, put the fob key to my new Range Rover in my pocket while hoping a week away will be enough time to regain control of my libido and for her to stew in my absence. Burn hot for me, so we can go off like a firework upon my return.

With every mile the car swallows, taking me further away from her; my mind travels back, staying with the object of my obsession.

Will I ever be free of her?

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