Page 21 of His Captive
Sarah: Are you okay? Can you call me?
Lea: Not tonight. I’m okay. I just want to go to bed.
Sarah: Okay, will you call me tomorrow?
Lea: Maybe. Goodnight, Sarah.
There’s no response. It must have been good enough. I look through the rest of Lea’s texts, but don’t read them, once I confirm they are prior to her meeting me. She doesn’t seem to have many friends. No guy friends, unless she hasn’t texted them in a while. The last one is from over a year ago, and the guy has been renamedNever Again, so I guess that tells me how their date went.
“I wonder what my name would be after tonight,” I chuckle, sipping my wine.
The bedroom door opens and I look over as Lea walks back into the main part of the suite. She’s cleaned herself up and removedher makeup. She looks absolutely ravishing without it. So much natural beauty it takes my breath away.
I’m not going to fight what is simmering inside me anymore. It’s too raw and primal to dismiss, no matter how bad the timing is. I could have threatened her into silence. I saw the fear and regret in her eyes. She would take the first boat out of here tomorrow morning, if she could. But I’m not willing to let her go. She’s brought too much to the surface and I can’t ignore it.
“Welcome back,bambina,” I greet her, staring into her gorgeous green eyes. “Are you ready to thank me properly for punishing you?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispers, looking down.
I nod and smile. “Good girls show genuine gratitude on their knees,” I say, gesturing to her.
Lea squeezes her eyes shut and walks closer. She takes a deep breath before submissively lowering herself to her knees. She looks like she was made to be in this position. Her head raises slightly and I see more fear in her eyes.
“A-are you wanting me to…” Her eyes nervously flick to my crotch and then she looks up at me.
“If I wanted you to suck my cock, I’d tell you open your mouth,” I growl. “All I want is to hear your gratitude. Yoursinceregratitude. I want you to mean it.”
Another deep breath. I can already see it in her eyes. Whatever she says will be the truth. But I still want her to force the words out. It’ll make her feel a lot better, whether she realizes it or not.
“T-thank you for spanking me… sir,” she whispers. “I-I’m sorry for what I did. I know I deserved to be punished for it.”
“Good girl,” I praise, leaning forward and tracing her lips with my finger, imagining what they would feel like if I told her to open her mouth for me. “You’re forgiven. I’ll never bring it up again. It’s in the past now, where it belongs.”
“But I can’t leave?” she gasps, her lips pressing against my finger and parting. They brush against me as she continues. “I have to stay here for the rest of the week? L-like a prisoner?”
“It’ll only be a prison if you make it one,bambina,” I say, pulling my hand away from her face. “You’re going to stay with me, that’s true, but I’m not your warden. At least I don’t want to be. I’d like to be able to trust you, and if I can, you’ll simply be my guest.”
“You can trust me,” she whispers, and I see the genuineness in her eyes.
“Then get up off your knees, sit down on the couch, and enjoy your wine,” I grumble, moving back to my end and motioning to her seat.
Lea swallows hard as she gets up. She sits down and grimaces when her ass makes contact, but she squirms until she finds a position that is comfortable. Her fingers find the glass of wine and it trembles in her hand.
“I never drink this much,” she mutters before downing a large swallow.
“A little poison while you’re on vacation won’t kill you,” I say. “And I won’t let anything happen to you. You can trust me, like I’m hoping I can trust you.”
“O-okay,” she whispers, taking another nervous sip of wine. “I-I’ll try.”
“Is there anything you would like to ask me? Any questions burning inside that pretty head of yours?” I tilt my head slightly. “If you ask me something I can’t talk about, I’ll tell you, but I’d rather you ask than let them fester.”
“I don’t know.” She looks down and shrugs. “I’m not a Mafia fangirl, or whatever. Sarah is the one obsessed with true crime. Not me. I wouldn’t even listen to her podcast if she wasn’t my best friend.”
“You didn’t really strike me as thefangirltype,” I admit, sipping my wine.
“There is one thing, though. If you don’t mind me asking.” She glances at me nervously, and I hold her gaze.
“Go ahead, ask it,bambina,” I say, nodding to her.
