Yolie:
I kiss him back with all the passion of which I’m capable. Sucking his fat and luscious lips between mine. His tongue brushes mine and I moan again. Oh, my God.
My hands move on their own volition, reaching for the hem of his shirt, lifting it up and putting both of them inside it. My fingers play with the warm and smooth skin of his abdomen, caressing him with my palms and finally scratching him with my tiny nails.
He brakes the kiss, laughing out loud.
"This is something new. " He murmurs, looking at me while he bites his lower lip. " I knew you would be quite the hellcat, but I never really expected you to dare to scratch me."
He takes my hands out of his shirt, lifting them above my head and holding them in one of his fists.
"Don't touch me right now. Your hands on my skin distract me too much and I've been waiting too long for this moment. " He whispers, offering me his mouth several times and pulling away when I try to kiss him. " Having you like this, defenseless and at my mercy has been one of my most coveted fantasies."
"Kiss Me. Please, kiss me. " I beg.
He smiles maliciously and reconnects his mouth with mine, licking and sucking my lips, I bite his bottom one in response. With his free hand he holds my neck in a way that keeps me immobile. I let out a groan and break off our kiss.
"That's not fair. I want to touch you, let me move. " I demand frowning.
Undaunted, he licks the left corner of my mouth.
"You're too impatient, little one. " He sits up a little. Separating his body from mine and I fear that because of my impertinence, he may no longer want to continue kissing me.
"No, don’t go. "I beg, scared.
He looks at me. Staring at me with a strange expression, as if he wants to read my thoughts.
" I'm not going anywhere and neither are you. " He mutters, releasing my wrists from his tight grip.
He sits on the couch and slowly begins to unbutton his shirt, one button at the time,very slowly. He takes it off and lets it fall to the ground between his feet, with all the calm in the world, he pulls the silver crucifix above his head and places it on a nearby table.
Then turns to me and I try not to swallow my own tongue. He has the kind of body a magazine male model would. Muscular arms, defined chest, six pack abs ... God! And at least a dozen tiny moles sit on his chest and abdomen, I find them so sexy that I salivate with the urge to kiss them all. For a moment I wonder if he shaves, because he doesn’t have that characteristic trail of fine hairs that descend from the navel going to the intimate parts.
Admiring such a handsome guy makes me instantly feel ugly. What does an ugly duckling like me with a guy as beautiful as him?
While he was kissing me my mind had gone for a long walk, but now the rational part of my brain returns with a vengeance. I quickly get up from the couch and walk as far away from him as I can. I know I'm being a fool, it’s obvious that he wants me but a lifetime of insecurities and complexes can’t be erased by a couple of hot kisses.
"What's wrong? "He asks, practically glued to my back.
"Why am I here? " I sob, rolling my eyes at my obvious vulnerability.
"Isn't it obvious? " He asks quietly, stroking my loose and tousled hair. "You're here because I need you.
"You need me? What for? -" I demand, turning to face him, taking the precaution of moving a step back and being out of his reach. His touch is hypnotic, if he puts a hand on me again or kisses me I know I will end up melted at his feet.
Seeing my obvious caution at his closeness, he silently weighs the answers he might give me and apparently decides that none are good because he keeps quiet and stares at me impassively.
"You must give me some answers, Alex. Where am I? What do you want from me? " I insist adopting a defiant posture, bringing my hands to my hips and resting the weight of my body on one foot.
"I have a life and a job. I was coming home a few hours ago when that guy forced me into a van. This is kidnap, you know? It is illegal to hold people against their will, so..."
"You're in Greece, in my villa on the island of Spiros." He blurts out and I stare at him with a puckered face and crossed eyed in surprise.
" Greece? But, but ..." I can't seem to coordinate my ideas. He’s got be kidding me!
He raise his left hand imperiously and continues.
"You were brought to my Villa by my order. You will be here for as long as I deem appropriate. Do not worry about your job. My people are in charge of requesting a license for you to take an unpaid leave indefinitely."
Am gripped by such fury, that for the first time in my life I want to gouge out a person's eyes with my own fingernails.
"How dare you do this to me? Who the hell do you think you are?!
His face becomes an aggressive mask, his body tenses and his fists clench and unclench compulsively. He grabs my face with one of his huge hands digging his fingers into my cheeks, all trace of goodness in him has disappeared. He tugs on my face, forcing me to step closer. Our bodies collide. I am puzzled and scared out of my skin.
"Who do I think I am? " He roars through clenched teeth. " I am nothing more and nothing less than the person to whom you owe your little and miserable life. I am the man you have been screwing in your dreams with for three years, I am the man you want even now, even when you are scared to death. Do not play with me, little one and do not fool yourself, you cannot escape from me. You're on my island and you'll leave here whenever and only if I want. You're mine now and I can do whatever I want to you, you'd better get used to the damn idea!"
His kiss this time is punishing, he tight my waist with his immobile arms. He bites my lips furiously as if he wants to devour me whole. I can feel the skin on my lips swell under his aggressive attack. I push him with all my might and even hit his shoulders with my fists, to no avail. He breaks the kiss abruptly, pushing me away from him.
" Don't provoke me. " He hisses threateningly." If I lose my temper with you, I could do you more damage than you think.
He walks away taking steps backwards,but keeping me in his line of vision and watching my slightest movements.
"You are allowed to roam the entire Villa at will, but I forbid you to go out to the beach or walk around the island alone. You may retire now. "
And before he changes his mind, I bolt for the door and flee upstairs like a soul chased by the devil .I don't stop running until I get to the room where I woke up an hour ago. I stay inside the room all night, nervously twist my fingers and walking back and forth. I sense that I’m in greater trouble than I suspected, Alex's expression frightened me to death a few minutes ago, because not only did it denote that he is capable of unimaginable violence, his eyes had turned cold and bloodshot, his beautiful face, always so loving in my dreams had transformed into a hideous mask of wickedness and cruelty.
I fall to the ground in despair. Hiding my face in my hands and crying uncontrollably, because I’m convinced that the man who has me in his grip...
is a monster.
Yolie:I always complained that my daily life was boring and nonspecial, now that I have been locked up in this place for a week I still think the same. My shoes and glasses showed up, luckily. Apparently some Patrick person had them in his possession. It's not exactly that I hate going barefoot, it's that doing so reminds me of my accident.I've managed to stay away from Mr. Kidnapper because I don’t want to see him. I hate him! This week has helped me to think and realize that something very strange is going on here.To begin with, the first memory I have of HIM (I even refused to think or say his name) is combined with the events of three years ago. Then there are those erotic dreams that I thought were the product of my overheated imagination but no, there HE is, to prove that the object of my fantasies is VERY real.On the other hand there are all those things he told me. His words echo in my head over and over again.*I am nothing more and nothing less than the person to whom y
Yolie: Convincing the girl wasn't as difficult as I thought. She considered about it for a few seconds, made a face like a cat about to eat an overweight canary, and agreed. Maybe she intends to drown me. I went back to my room to prepare what I thought I might need. Patrick didn't just kidnap me,apparently, he also entered my house and grabbed a lot of my things. Too bad he didn't take more pieces of my clothes, just about ten of them. Here in the room assigned to me there is a closet full of dresses, other designer brand clothes and even shoes that unfortunately must have belonged to a woman three sizes thinner and half a meter taller than me. Anyway, I go for an old denim shorts and an old t-shirt, putting on my only and practical pair of shoes and taking advantage of the fact that Cosima is busy dusting the furniture on the second floor I assault the refrigerator. I put in a basket as many things to eat that have caught my attention and leave to meet Eleni. We slipped out of
Alex:To my satisfaction, the little witch is waxed. I promised myself I would enjoy the taste of her passion and now I do so. She tastes sweet and spicy at the same time, she’s so exquisite and intoxicating.I suck her clit with my lips and her legs shake, searching the entrance to her paradise I brush it with my tongue. She screams.I love it, I love hearing those little sounds that reveal how much she is enjoying this.I stare at her for a second. She is totally naked, disheveled, dirty with sand and allowing me to make her come with my hands and my tongue, in broad daylight on the beach strip next to my Villa.Zeus!Our late-night sessions led me to suspect she is quite a libertine between the sheets but I had no idea she could be much more than that.I wonder if I could turn her into a Nympho, a real slut. I could fuck her where I wanted, when I wanted and how I wanted.I squeeze her breasts with my hands and she gasps. Her whole body is tense, her neck outstretched, her head thr
My appetite is immediately gone. I must have looked like a pig swallowing as much as I have in front of him while he watched me.—Aren't you hungry? - I ask in a thin voice, dropping the fork on my half-empty plate.—Not of food. - He responds looking at me with that expression that takes my breath away.— Please don't look at me like that. - I beg, swallowing hard and looking away from him.—Why do you always do that? Why does your mood change so easily? A second ago you were so happy. What have I done that offends you so much?"You wouldn't understand."—Don't look at me like you want to eat me! - I yell getting up from my chair, in a sudden and unexplainable rage.Alex stares at me impassively, swirling the wine in his hand a couple of times untill he drains it in one gulp.— I look at you like I want to eat you. - He repeats amusedly. - You're absolutely right, little witch. I want to devour you and not only in a sexual way.I step back in fear shaking my head.—Are you some kind
Yolie:It's eight pm and I'm sitting on the window landing. I look disinterestedly at the huge full moon that lights up the outside garden. I've bathed because despite the air conditioning, it's hot as hell in here, if not; I wouldn't even try.I recognize the symptoms, I'm half depressed. When I get like this, I always snuggle under a sheet with my favorite pillow, eat a chocolate bar and cry until I feel better. I make a face. My pillow is too far away and I don't want to have contact with the servants, therefore I can't ask for chocolate; lest that idiot takes offense and fire them too. I can only cry.But I don't even feel like it, besides, why would I cry for? Because I want to leave here. Why am I scared? Because being in contact with Alex makes my inferiority complex stab me over and over again? I sigh unhappily.I'm not hungry. I'm not sleepy either, but sleeping is preferable to turning whatever they bring on the tray and leaving everything there without having tried a thing.
Yolie:He rummages one more time and warns me.–This, you can bite with confidence. - He brings me the food and I bite it. It is slightly hard and crunches under my teeth.—It's a toast. - I answer while chewing.—Naturally.He sticks his lips to my jaw and laughs. I look at him puzzled.—I said I would kiss you but I never specified the kisses would be restricted to your mouth’s general area. - He winks.He's changed the rules again! He is unbearable!I swallow the bite of toast and he already offers me the next thing.—Take a bite of this one too.I obey and moan with pleasure. I do like this one. I chew slowly, enjoying the flavor of the smoked product. I must have bitten off almost half—It's a hotdog.—Want more?—Yeah.I chew happily and he watches me cocking his head.— I have found the key so that you don't go to bed without having dinner again.Why, it’s obvious you like cold cuts very much- He comments, surprised. —Cold cuts in general, no, but I really like hot dogs. Have y
Standing atop the cliff, the hooded woman watched the bloody scene unfolding just below. The two armies fought fiercely. Her long black hair billowed in the wind. Her greyish tunic and cape camouflaged her with the rugged landscape. She spread her hands over the warring warriors, facing each other to death in the valley, reading the future of invader's army’s leader. Another victory, she thought. At this rate the Macedonian warrior will dominate the entire known world in less than a year. The way he leads his army into battle is extraordinary, and that horse of his, what a temper! Admirable. All this power in the hands of one man. A mocking smile crossed her lips. Perhaps I should watch the Hegemon of Greece more closely. 000 Yolie: I wake up dazed and thirsty. I wet my dry lips with my tongue, opening my eyes. I sit up slowly and look around me. The bedding is all messed up, I'm completely naked and... I swiftly pat my neck in fright. Nothing. I look at the pillow expecting
Yolie:We leave the treasure room and Alex escorts me back to my humble abode. (Note my sarcasm?) We near the door and he stops by it.—Inside you will find a new cell phone waiting for you on the nightstand. - He offers.—What happened to mine?—Patrick left it in your bag, on the very side of the street where he picked you up in Havana.That phone was special to me. I had to save a salary and half of another to be able to buy it, but I imagine that "Mr. Golden Statues" wouldn’t understand that king of sacrifices.—Patrick has put a line to it and has inputted his contact number and mine. He has also given you the password for the Villa's Wi-Fi, so you can use the Internet.Great, there are a lot of things I need to investigate. I know he does this not because he trusts me, but because no one would believe me. If I post "Help, a vampire has kidnapped me and is holding me prisoner in Greece!" all my Facebook friends will think I've gone nuts.—Good thing you know, little witch. - He w