This wasn’t how I had expected to see him. He looked so perfect, like an avenging angel. He was in a long dark blue button up shirt and black slacks. He was perfect all the way down to his black leather, polished shoes, but he wasn’t an angel. I knew I was staring at the devil right then and there. I just knew that this was the man who had dragged me here, undressed me, and chained me. I had never felt so ashamed. My mind raged, but by the wet spot growing on my panties, my body didn’t care. It was as if I was at war with myself, and I couldn’t understand why. It was all I could do to not cry out in frustration as I tore my gaze from him, instead staring at the bed.
Damon: The First Lesson
She looked at me with adoration before she snapped out of it. I knew the questions she would fire at me when she found her voice again. “Why me?” “What did I do?” “You can let me go. I won’t tell anyone.” I patiently stood there, waiting, but they never came. She was parched, and I could tell her head was still pounding.
“Hello, Ms. Alice Bannon.” I said, catching her off guard.
I needed to make sure she knew she wasn’t in control of this situation right away. No demands would be met. Her doe like eyes looked up at me in wonder when I said her name. I couldn’t help but to chuckle, and to my surprise her cheeks started to tinge a bright red. I had expected a lot, but very few girls got embarrassed like this.
They got angry. They cried. They screamed, but I looked her over. My eyes grazed over the small change in her breathing. The rise and fall that she was trying to control stood out to my trained eyes, and she had her legs tightly together, but it wasn’t from fear. I chuckled again. I knew that look. It was in the eyes and stance of anyone I dragged to my bedroom.
“I expected a lot.” I told her, and I let my accent out this time. It was Middle Eastern, and she wasn’t expecting it. I was good at hiding it when I was searching. My looks stood out enough, after all.
“I was expecting you to shout, Ms. Bannon, but I did not expect you to get wet for me.” I almost purred, catching her off guard. She said nothing to me, but if looks could kill, then Alice Bannon would be a murderer at that very moment. It amused me, and I knew I had chosen well.
“You can ask me one question.” I said, amusedly as I pulled the chair out to lounge there, looking at her chained to the bed. Her eyes narrowed as if she thought that this might be a trick, and I arched a perfectly groomed dark eyebrow at her.
“Well? My patience grows thin for your silence, Alice.” I said, softening my voice at that last syllable. I wasn’t going to let her figure me out just yet.
“What is going to happen to me now that I’m here?” She asked, and her voice was softer, but it didn’t break. I smiled at her for a moment, but there was nothing charming about my smile. Somehow, she still seemed to find his charm alluring despite herself. I knew that flush.
“You’re going to be trained, and you will listen. There will be good times.
Pleasure that you probably didn’t think your body was capable of, but there will be pain if you anger me. Pain if you upset me.” I told her, leveling her reaction. It seemed like she was at war with her own emotions. I watched as her tongue darted out, licking her dry hips, and I smiled at her. I tried to relax, making my edges soften a little for her.
“Would you like some water?” I asked. It served two purposes. This way, she wouldn’t have to ask questions. She’d just process, and I watched as Alice nodded. I disappeared, leaving her to her own thoughts to go grab what I had put aside for her.
Alice: Date with the Devil
He had left the door slightly open, as if teasing me to jump out of bed and run to freedom. He was showing he had control, but I didn’t need to move an inch to remember that the chain would hold me there if I tried to move at all. I just stared at it, empty and processing what he said.
Pain. Pleasure. The idea was something new. I wanted to recoil from it. Before this, my life had been dull and simple. I went to work. Went home. I didn’t have anyone to talk to. A few online friends that wouldn’t think twice about me going missing. I wanted to recoil. I wanted to run, but I was always smarter than that.
You didn’t grow up where I grew up with the looks I had without being smart. I was sure that was something he didn’t know. I had to grow up running, and I learned to find ways out of sticky situations. I was snapped out of my thoughts, looking at him with head still pounding as he carried two bags. Fear rose up in me, but so did curiosity.
If he wanted to hurt me, then he would have already. I reasoned, allowing curiosity to take over. There was no expression on his face, but those dark, piercing eyes promised mischief still. I had ached to see what mischief they held, but I had never expected this. He sat them down at the small table with its chair.
It was the only other furniture in the room. I scooted back closer to the headboard that was chaining me so that I had more room to move, and my hand brushed a thin pillow. I gave him an odd look. It was a comfort he hadn’t a need to give me. He pulled out a bottle of water and popped open some Tylenol, handing them to me.
“For that pounding head of yours. It had to be done, but no reason for you to suffer.” He said, and I wanted to scoff at him.
This mysterious man had brought me here to ‘train me’, and it was ludicrous to think that he didn’t want me to suffer. He popped the water bottle, cracking the lid for me as he gave it to me. I took the medicine and water almost greedily, gulping half of it down before I came to my senses. My stomach growled, and he smiled at me. He went to the bag, opening it up and the smell made my stomach growl louder. He started to pull out Chinese food. It was almost comical, but my growling stomach wouldn’t let me find it humorous for long.
“I thought you’d like take out.” He said, and he went to me, pulling a key from his breast pocket and unclicking the chain from the collar. I noticed the leather collar stayed on. He sat on the bed.
“Don’t get up yet.” He said. I looked at the door, and his gaze slid to where mine was. There was a small, arrogant smile curving his lips.
“You think you can outrun me, Alice?” He said softly and with more familiarity than I would have liked him to have with me. I bristled instantly. I couldn
’t run with him having that much warning. I knew I wouldn’t get far.
“No.” I said simply.
“Sir.” He corrected. “No, sir.” He said, and I said nothing.
He moved quicker than I expected, pulling me to him, and I started to fall from the kneeling position that I was into, falling into his lap. He had me bent over his knees in no time, and to my surprise I felt something hard against my naval. He’s hard. It slammed into me so hard it made my eyes widen, making me squirm on his lap. I don’t know what I expected, but it hit deep to think that he was getting off seeing me like this. Of course he’s getting off. I thought bitterly before my thoughts were interrupted.
Thwack. It echoed in the room, and my ass burned as I jumped on his lap, but he had me easily pinned down with his other hand resting on the small of my back. What he had just did sunk in slowly.