Yolie:
Am awake but my body doesn't respond, it's the most unpleasant and terrible sensation that anyone can experience. My eyes are open but I can't move. Everything around me is in darkness. Not even a sleep paralysis compares with this, because if I was asleep it would scare me, but the feelings of powerlessness and fear would gradually ease allowing me to regain mobility, I am a doctor, I know about these things; so this is totally different. I have been drugged and I am terrified of the consequences that the effect of the drug may cause on me.
What I am facing right now is too similar to what I experienced during my accident, that paralysis and this one are practically identical. I'm sweating cold and have goose bumps, I have to control my reactions if I start hyperventilating now I'm sure to die here. Closing my eyes I try to slow down my breathing. Somehow thoughts of my secret lover creep into my mind and I relax until I fall asleep again.
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I have reawakened. This time my movements are not limited, I sigh in relief.
Where the hell am I?
I sit up and look around. I was lying on the bed in which I am now sitting. My mind runs in a thousand directions at once.
I have been kidnapped. Have someone brought me to a hotel room? I start to break out in a cold sweat. Have I been raped? An iron knot forms in my stomach. I reach between my legs and my underwear is in its place. It's a relief. I get out of bed. I don't see my shoes anywhere but that won't stop my flight. I walk a few steps on shaky legs, go to the bedroom door and turn the knob.
There is a huge hallway outside, lit by sunlight, I look it up and down, squinting. I have lost my glasses somewhere. Am pleased to see that the corridor is deserted. I leave the room silently, walking on tiptoe. I sure look like a cartoon, I pout. I sharpen my hearing as I get to the end of the hall, sticking to the wall, i take a deep breath and peek around the corner. I observe another much wider corridor which is luckily also empty, I walk slowly sticking my back to the wall until I reach the next corner. After spying again I observe some huge stairs which descend to God knows where.
Sneakily, I approach the stairs and go down the steps one by one taking special care not to make the slightest noise. A spacious living room opens up before me, which is separated into side corridors. The door that is right in front of me seems to call me with a heavenly song. I raise a quick prayer hoping that that one is the exit from this place. Without thinking too much, I blindly run up to it, open it and throw myself outside, closing it behind me.
I let out a disappointed grunt. I have not gone outside. Now I am standing in what looks like a kind of dark studio or office, I don't know, I've only seen these places in movies or novels, and nothing good ever happens in those scenes. I turn to grab for the doorknob again, and then it happens...
I get goose bumps, the fine hairs of my arms stand up, and a chill runs through me. I turn and scan with narrowed eyes in the shadows, someone is watching me ... I just know it.
I perceive a movement coming from the darkest corner of the studio, and before I can ask who is there, in three great strides the target of my most lustful fantasies appears in front of me.
I stand there stunned and open-mouthed.
Him:
The girl is more delicious than I remembered. Every inch of her attracts me powerfully ... her incredible tangle of long black hair, her slanted chocolate-colored eyes, her fleshy and succulent lips, her delicate neck, her immersed breasts, her broad hips ... A growl rises from my throat, I strongly inhale her mouthwatering scent while she stares at me wide- eyed, her jaw hangs in amazement. Yes, little one, I am really beautiful, I know.
"Who are you? Where I am? What the hell have you done to me?! " She yells at me in English, enraged.
Her astonishment has disappeared in the blink of an eye, giving way to immense anger.
Well, well ... I look at her with interest ... Who would have thought that such a tiny, harmless-looking doll would be capable of such fury.
"You know very well who I am. I warned you that I would come for you, little one.''
Yolie:
My secret lover looks at me with an amused expression. He wears a white cotton shirt, leaving the first two buttons open, he also wears matching four-door trousers and over the collar of his shirt I spy the beads of what appears to be an antique silver rosary.
But no, it can't be him, because "he" doesn't exists. The man who makes my heart jump with joy, the man who melts me with caresses ... just doesn't exists!
Yet here he is, in front of me, right now. Am instantly afraid. Finally my trauma and the work overload have managed to render me completely psychotic. There is no other explanation.
I start to hyperventilate. A panic attack threatens to take over. My throat treacherously closes and my lungs seem to receive less and less oxygen. In minutes I am dizzy and on the verge of fainting.
Dammit! The last thing I need now is to fall unconscious at His feet!
My whole body shakes with terrible tremors, my heart beats at three thousand a minute, I am sweaty, pale and cold. I am in great danger, because my vision has already started to blur.
The beautiful and dangerous blonde man lifts me in his arms ... I try to scream but I don't have the strength to. In seconds he gently deposits me on a gigantic brown sofa. He accommodates me in the position that I always acquire when I am lost in fear. With my head between my knees I breathe raggedly.
"It is not my intention to hurt you."
My angelic captor whispers.
"You are safe, here, with me. Shhh, shhh, it’s alright."
He caresses the messy ostrich nest that I have for hair. His hand is huge but his touch is soft, affectionate even. I focus on doing the breathing exercises. Inhale, 1,2. Exhale, 1234. Inhale, 1,2. Exhale, 1234.
Soon I stop shaking, my heart returns to its normal rhythm, and the feeling of fainting leaves me.
"I ask again. Who the hell are you? "I demand between clenched teeth.
Even though I am paralyzed with fear, I won’t let my abductor believe that I am defeated and that I will be easy prey.
"You're so stubborn." He comments in my ear with a jocular tone. As if the situation caused him a lot of amusement.
I lift my face from between my knees and look at him. His face is inches from mine allowing me to study his features more closely.
God! In my dreams he was beautiful, but now, here, having him so close ... Wow!
I wet my dry lips and try to swallow.
He continues stroking my hair for a few seconds and then he takes one of my hands in his. He caresses my knuckles with his long fingers and then turns my wrist, exposing my palm. He slowly begins to trace the lines there with his fingertips.
I watch what he does with a frown, the brush of his fingers against my palm gives me a very strange feeling, like dejavú. I look at his face again. His eyes are much more dazzling than I thought they were. They are two different colors, the left one brown and the right one gray, his nose is turned up and aquiline, his cheeks are flushed, his lips are full and pink. I feel compelled to get nearer and kiss him, all kinds of sexual memories or fantasies run through my mind, I'm not sure. I want to kiss him, bite him, and lick him. My mouth is open and I breathe through it loudly.
He looks me in the eye and smirks. He comes closer to me, slowly, I feel his breath on my lips. I watch his pupils dilate to the point that I am able to see myself reflected in his eyes. The black has almost completely conquered his gaze, am unable to take my eyes off him.
"You know me, little one." He whispers against my lips.
I shake my head. No
"Yes. You know me very well. And I know you, there is no part of your body that I have not already explored."
No! I scream inside my head.
He frowns and squints. Disgusted by my silent refusal, pulling closer to me and I lean back, more and more until I end up lying on the couch.
With a mocking giggle he covers my chest with his, he has me imprisoned against the cushions.
"Yolie." He murmurs against my ear . " Don't resist this little one, it's useless. "
I got goose bumps when I heard him say my name. His tongue brushes my earlobe. He sniffs my neck and I moan. I pull my face away from his in mock rejection but I am aware that I'm actually offering him more space to play with my collarbone.
" Mhm." I hear him sigh. " You always smell so good, little one."
He brushes the tip of his nose against my clavicle then runs his lips down my neck. My heart threatens to leap out of my chest.
"Say my name. " He orders me between licking my ear and kissing my chin.
"No. " I reply in a groan.
He laughs, placing small kisses on my cheek searching for my lips. Oh no. Oh no.
"Say. My. Name. " He kisses the tip of my nose and rises above me, moving his mouth away from mine, leaving me open-mouthed and panting. I'm rigid on the couch, my arms on either side of my body and my fists clenched.
I want to kiss him. I want to sink my fingers into those impossibly frizzy golden curls. I want to touch his face with my hands. I want to caress his skin ... I want everything.
He watches me expectantly. His face has that expression I’ve seen thousands of times in my dreams. He wants me, here and now. My body recognizes the signals his body sends'. The attraction between us is so strong that the atmosphere becomes intoxicating and sensual. My body temperature has skyrocketed to outrageous levels. My internal muscles are contracted in anticipation and I understand that I can’t take it anymore. My sex is wet and hot. I've resisted as much as I could, I give up.
"Alex. " I say in a barely audible whisper.
He smiles triumphantly, and then he kisses me.
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
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