My Captive Lover

Everything she’d done had led to that moment. Everyone she’d cheated, the lies she told, and even the money she’d taken from the bank—it was all in preparation of meeting him. In the dark, down on the docks, and late so no one would see what she planned.

A rat ran across her path, making her jump backward and pause as she headed down the alley off Fifth and Main. The pungent odor of rotting meat and spoiled veggies assailed her nose. She picked up the pace again, wishing the click of her low heels would not echo so loud in the still air.

Up ahead, where the alley opened to the docks, a man stepped out of the shadows. He was tall, maybe an inch or two more than her father who was just over six feet. His shoulders were so wide he blocked out half the yacht moored behind him. Her heart beat faster with fear that maybe she shouldn’t have gotten herself into this mess. When he stepped forward, holding out a small bag to her without a word, she knew it was too late to turn back.

“I-It’s here?” she queried.

He nodded. “Aye, it’s here. Everything you need. That will be—”

“I know. Here’s your money, and thank you for your help.” She handed him the thick envelope, then turned toward the boat.

The vessel bounced on the choppy waves. No lights shone within, and no movement indicated a man was on board . . . bound.

She stepped onto the deck, feeling butterflies stir again in her stomach. The salt air stung her eyes, which were irritated further by the whipping of her hair across her face. Forcing herself to go below, she easily located the room where he lay, hands tied to the bedposts. For a moment, she stood watching him, taking in the rugged handsome face with the five-o’clock shadow. Although his eyes were covered, she remembered they were the color of wheat, sexier than any she’d ever seen.

She allowed her gaze to travel his length. If possible, his shoulders were broader than they were fourteen years ago. Even in the tattered jeans he wore, with the hole in one knee, the developed muscles were defined. At the bulge in his pants, she paused in her perusal. It was big, very big. She didn’t think it was the inexperience of an eighteen-year-old, as she’d been then, had made her think so. He had even apologized for its size as he taught her how to please him with her hands, with her mouth, with her body. Remembering caused a desperate ache inside to experience it all again. And again.

“Will you just stand there forever staring at me? Or are you going to tell me what you want?” His voice startled her from her reverie. She’d thought he was asleep.

She straightened her shoulders. “I will stand here as long as I damn well please. Seems I should have had you muzzled.”

He twisted his neck as if to catch her voice better. “You sound familiar. Who are you?”

Not deigning to answer, she moved into the room, and set the satchel she carried on the side table. Removing her gloves one at a time, she considered him again. Her plan had been to tantalize him, make him want what he couldn’t have, but that would torment her as well. There had to be some middle ground. This weekend was not to be a pleasurable vacation for him, something he’d want to repeat again. No, this was about payback.

She bent over him and ran a hand along his chest. The muscles tensed under her fingertips. Desire engulfed her, and she drew back.

“Don’t stop.” He grinned. “That felt great. If you take this blindfold off and untie me, maybe we can have some real fun.”

“What makes you think I am someone you’d like to play with? Maybe I am as ugly as they come. Maybe I have a hump in my back, a tick or some ordinary flaw that puts off a man like you.”

“A man like me? Do you know me?”

“Would I abduct a stranger?”

He struggled against the holds. “I don’t know. Maybe you’re insane or you hate men. You want to punish us all, and one is just as good as another for your plans.”

With deft fingers, she unbuttoned her dress and let it fall to the floor. Adjusting her lacy pink bra with matching thong panties, she made sure she was as appealing as possible. She climbed up on the bed and straddled him, grinding cruelly against his groin. His wince could have been of pain, but she didn’t spend too much time thinking of it.

“Don’t worry, darling. You are just the man I’m after. No other would have done.”

She felt him move his hips against her, obviously growing hard. A small grunt escaped him before he said, “If this is supposed to be punishment, please continue. But so there are no regrets later because of a mistake, what is my name?”

“Satan.”

He chuckled. “I’m sorry, you’ve got the wrong guy.”

She shook her head, as if he could see her beyond the blindfold. “No, it’s you. But to be specific, you are Savion Bellamont, devil incarnate.”

The man, with eyes so alluring she desperately wanted to look into them despite her well-laid plans, fell silent. He seemed to be contemplating her words, or trying to remember her. That fact angered her more, that he had probably treated numbers of women the way he treated her. Finally, he spoke. “I guess you do know me, but whatever I’ve done to you is all in the past. I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

“Not good enough.” She emphasized her point by leaning forward and coming down hard on his sensitive areas.

He cried out. “Damn it, woman. Tell me what I’ve done, and I’ll make it up to you.” The bed rocked as he struggled against his bonds again. She checked to see that they were tight, and then lay flat against him so that her breasts pressed against his chest.

This time, she moved her hips up and down so that it soothed his pain. He grew harder, and she grew wetter, wanting so much more. She noted his grimace of pain had eased, and his lips had parted to allow soft pants. Lifting her hips, she reached down between them until her fingers slid beneath his clothes. Just as she remembered, he was big. Circling his thick cock with her fingers, she stroked up and down its length. Now her prisoner was moaning in earnest.

“You want more?” she whispered in his ear.

“Yes.” His voice was barely audible.

Exploring farther, she slid her hands across the sac she had abused earlier. Now she soothed them, one finger massaging the tender flesh just beneath. She slid off his body and turned to get him out of his pants. His erection sprung as long and thick as she remembered. Hunger rocked her, and forgetting her plan, she tasted its glorious tip. Swirling her tongue around it and all the way down and up had her so hot, she wanted it inside her. But she held back.

“Don’t stop, baby. Continue. Swallow all of me.”

She smacked hard at his bare thigh, causing the skin to redden. “This isn’t about you. It’s about me, getting back what you stole.”

“What did I steal?”

Hesitating and then deciding it was time to quit stalling, she told him. “My virginity, for one.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t very well give that back.”

His snide remark made her want to strike out, to hurt him as he hurt her even now. She smacked his face hard. The sting of her palm was a small price to pay. “You’re not sorry. How many girls have you seduced? How many lives have you ruined, you jackass?”

Savion jerked wildly on the bed. She fell backward, nearly toppling onto the floor, but she caught hold of his arm. His grunt of pain at her dragging against the bonds gave her added satisfaction.

When she had righted herself on top of him, she drew in a deep breath to calm herself. It was time to get down to business. She reached up, removed his blindfold, and waited for the beautiful eyes to adjust to the dim light in the room. All had been carefully calculated. While she was no longer a rough girl of eighteen, with gangly limbs and cat eyeglasses, she did feel that she would look best in soft light. What woman didn’t? Savion would see how she had been a late bloomer, so that her breasts were now filled out. Her narrow hips that had made it appear she had no waistline was also a thing of the past. To complement her womanly figure, she’d gotten LASIK eye surgery and had her dark brown hair highlighted. Given the hungry looks of men she passed on the street, the total package was very nice. The skimpy undergarments were a bonus. Savion had once said he loved a woman in pink. She’d give him what he wanted. Sort of.

“Well?” she insisted.

He blinked. “Very hot. But you knew that already.” She felt his shaft jump beneath her rear, and she wiggled to tease it. His grunt of pleasure satisfied her. “So what do you plan to do with me?”

“First things, first. Who am I?”

“Give me a break. I don’t know, okay? Why don’t you . . .” He stopped. Recognition lit his eyes, before he closed them with a look of regret crossing his face. It looked almost genuine. “Lydie. I’m so sorry, Lydie.”

“Don’t.” She couldn’t force out more than that at the moment.

“I was the only one that called you that, remember?”

How could she not? She loved him, would have given him everything. Correction, she did give him everything, all of herself. “I do not choose to remember that. You don’t deserve to call me by an endearing nickname that was all a part of your plan. You didn’t mean one word that you said, including the phrase, ‘I love you, Lydie.’”

“I admit it was a mistake. And I’m sorry. I should never have used you like that.” His voice held the regret she would not let herself believe. She had been smooth talked by this shark before to get her daddy’s business. She would not be again.

“Let me explain to you how it will be, Mr. Bellamont. This time, I will seduce you. But instead of fucking you to win your heart, since you don’t have one, I will make you want what you can’t have. You will suffer the entire weekend. And at the end, I have a nice little surprise for you.” She patted his cheek, then slid off of him to stand beside the bed, and dressed.

“You can’t be serious, Lydie. Does your father know about this?” He struggled.

Fastening the last button on her dress, she stepped toward the door, then looked back. “You and I know my father is more interested in his business, than he is in me. I told you, Savion. This is about me and no one else. Before this weekend is over, I will get back some of what I lost. Like you said, I can’t get my virginity back, but then all that you taught me and some I learned over the years will serve me well.” She blew him a kiss and, with a wink, left the room.