EPISODE 2 The unsolved mystery

Aria Douglas

The apartment in which I had felt comfortable now seems like a cemetery, a place that instills fear and panic, that makes me feel like a prisoner in a glass castle in Manhattan.

I take a sip from the glass of wine in my hand. Dark red liquid runs down my throat. What should be a tranquilizer for me burns, heats my being and makes me want to smash the glass against the wall and then hit Samme for dragging me into his madness.

He is sitting at the dining room table with his cell phone in hand. He hasn't stopped talking on the phone since we arrived. I don't know what's going on yet, I just know that I'm secluded in a damn tower in downtown Manhattan without being able to call my friend or my parents, although the latter don't cause me any concern. They don't deserve me to worry about keeping them up to date on my life.

My cell phone is in my purse right next to several changes of clothes that I have brought from my apartment, as I have forced Samme to stop by before reaching his apartment.

I shake my head and try to ignore the pain that settles in me.

What the fuck did I get into?

I remember when I promised myself never to get involved with any man again, not to give anyone the power to hurt me like James had hurt me with his infidelity, but I screwed up again. I have let them fuck me like no one ever did, to fuck me in every possible way in public and private places. I enjoy sex. I like to be possessed by a man who knows how to treat a woman. I'm not a damn dainty rose who likes just the missionary position. I like that they put me in four, that they pull my hair, that they handcuff me to the bed. I have experimented with all kinds of gadgets to give pleasure to my body and that of the other.

I am not ashamed to say that I have had sex in different versions.

And the one that has brought me the most problems is this.

Samme walks over to me and takes the glass from my hands, takes a sip, and hands it back to me.

I didn't hear him finish his call.

"Are you calmer already?"

"I'll be calm when you tell me what the hell is going on and why I have to stay here." You have made me bring clothes from my apartment and you have told me not to talk to anyone. He's kidnapping me! I've gone from bad to worse. Should I get in the Uber?

I know the question is stupid, but I can't help but ask it. My drive and outspoken and outgoing personality forces me to speak my mind at all times.

Seeing Samme's expression I know this is not the best time to explode.

I bite my lip and finish drinking the wine, set the glass on the glass-topped table in front of me and put my feet up on it. My black painted nails look delicate, which was the initial plan, since I had done them two days ago because I was going on a trip with Samme to Chicago. What I thought was going to be a trip to enjoy, meet and make love until we were exhausted turned out to be a business trip for him to inspect that everything was in order at his other club.

I knew from the first moment what I was getting mixed up with when I got involved with the man who handles a lot of money and influences, who can be involved in dangerous situations. All nightclub owners in the United States run the risk of being mugged, of being involved in fights with drunks or women who prostitute themselves inside the bar, but what I never imagined is that Samme could put my own life at risk.

"I already told you, princess." You better not know.

"It's just that you can't treat me like I'm a girl." I'm a damn woman! Or haven't you heard me scream every time you get inside me? Every time you fuck me like there's no fucking tomorrow? You've been fucking me for weeks! You've done what you want and now you don't have the grace to tell me why the hell my life should make a change for you!

“Lower the damn tone of voice with me” He whispers. He leans closer to me until my back sags and almost melts into the couch. Don't speak to me in that damn tone, Aria. You don't know what shit I have on me and that I'm keeping it from falling on you.

“No! I don't know precisely because you don't tell me!

He comes closer and starts kissing me hard.

My lips burn and hurt.

My head is heavy and spinning.

I kiss him back with the same intensity. I know he's angry, me too.

It gives me a shit that the macho man wants to do, the one who is in control.

It is not.

"Take off your clothes," he murmurs against my lips.

He runs his tongue over my lower lip, starts sucking on my jaw, and runs down my neck.

Or maybe he is in control.

I undress quickly. He steps aside and sits at the table. I slow down my movements when I feel him massage his erect penis over his pants.

It is so erotic.

He takes the bottle and pours some wine into the glass, then takes a long drink without taking his eyes off me.

My underwear falls on the carpet.

"You are a dangerous woman, Aria." His eyes devour me as he rubs his penis with his hands.

Contains your excitement.

"I never told you it wasn't."

“Does not admit.

He hands me the glass when he gets up from the table and begins to touch my breasts gently.

I groan and lower my hand intending to touch him, but he stops me.

“That?

"Don't make a single move." He stares at me with his electrifying blue eyes. Sit down.

I comply with the order immediately.

I feel haunted by his eyes.

My naked body sticks a bit to the material of the sofa.

He leans over me and brings a hand to my mouth and inserts two of his fingers. I open it and let him enter them. I suck them intensely without taking my eyes off him, just like he did with me. It is hypnotic, erotic and sexual. I keep my eyes on him as I suck on his fingers over and over. It is almost a pleasant work of art. He removes his fingers from my lips and approaches with his mouth. I receive it happy and forget everything that had made me angry since I received your call at Sophia's house. I feel him place his fingers on the door of my vagina. I stir uncomfortable. I don't think I'm that lubricated yet, but he won't let me withdraw. I'm against the back of the couch and his fingers.

I stay still.

I receive his kisses and I hold my breath. Meanwhile, he sticks his fingers inside me.

"That," he licks my lips, "take them."

He moves them slowly and gets the juice out of the inner walls of my sex.

His breath, as well as his smell of wine, intoxicates and seduces me.

His tongue travels down my neck; absorbs and leaves bites. His free hand goes to my breasts and massages them with force and vigor.

I moan his name as he kisses my collarbone.

"Have some wine and sit me down."

I listen to the order and take a sip of the Californian red wine followed by another.

His mouth lowers to one of my breasts and his fingers move faster inside me. I can almost feel the other fingers on the door of my sex also ready to enter me.

"Let him do it!".

I want to yell at him, but my voice won't come out. I am speechless with every lick on my breasts.

"The wine, Aria." Take the fucking wine slow, ”he growls again.

Out of rage I drink everything, although I know it will weigh me down when it takes effect.

“Ready. I drop the glass to my side. There is no more wine.

"Very rebellious as always."

He pulls his fingers out of me without warning and looks at me with a mischievous smile.

“What are you doing? “stuttering.

"My fingers and I are going to bed." Someone has behaved very badly and does not deserve our company.

I get up like a spring and I approach determined to say her pair of curses.

He smiles at me and his blue eyes sparkle.

"Is it funny to leave me like this?"

"You've had the wine your way." You have killed my fun. He lifts his shoulders listlessly.

"Did I kill your fun ?!" You must be going crazy. “He pushed him; His back hits the wall right next to the cabinet full of photos of his parents and him as a child. I grab the edges of his shirt tightly and toss it angrily; buttons pop and fabric rips. See how much fun you find in this!

My hand goes to his crotch and squeezes his penis. I find him hard and solid, like a stone ready to break anything in its path, and that's what I want.

"Is this funny to you, Samme?" Do you want more fun? "I hold it tighter." My hands are small, but they have enough grip to make him hold his breath.

"Aria, let me go." He lets out a ragged snort. Aria… ”Close your eyes.

“You like this? I run my hands over his testicles and press my bare breasts to his chest. Is this fun for you?

Grab my jaw and lift my face. I scrutinize her blue eyes, which sparkle in a different way, almost animalistic and wildly sexy.

I must be damaged so that instead of causing me fear I cause a recurring throbbing in my belly.

"You're naughty, and I love it."

"Are you going to give me what I want?"

"What do you want, Aria?" What do you wish? He runs his hand under the curve of my breasts. What do you want me to do to you?

He takes me by the waist and turns me with a single movement, stands behind me and surrounds me with his arms, buries his face in my neck and places his half-naked torso by the shirt open on my back.

Feeling him like this, dominating me, is exquisite.

I put my hands on the wall and move my ass in a sensual way.

“What do you want? Say it out loud and they may consider it.

“You know it. I move my butt against his stiff member again, delighted to finally be under his mercy.

I don't know if it's a matter of the alcohol in my head, the wine taking effect, the speed with which I drank it, the alcohol from the previous days, the pressure of knowing that I was about to be kidnapped or the fact of being in the middle of a war that is not mine.

“Well. Of course I know, little one. He bites my right shoulder and walks away from me.

A second later I hear the unmistakable sound of a condom coming out of the package and I feel my heart pound in desperate anticipation.

"I don't like it when you disobey, Aria." He grabs my right hip and places me where he likes it; it leaves my back almost straight and my ass in bubbles. Look at me. I turn my face and watch the condom slowly come down. At the same time, he gets closer to my sex. You have to always obey me. If you leave the apartment, if you are going to move ...

It begins to trace circles at the entrance to my vagina, which is lubricated and slippery. She's willing to take his cock like a damn sweet tooth.

This cannot be worse.

I want to cry, scream, laugh and tell him that he can go to hell, but first fuck me hard.

"Samme ...

“Are you listening to me?

"Samme ...

"Say you listen to me and that you will."

"Dammit".

I move my ass back and try to drive his penis into me to finally kill my diabolical desire for him to fuck me.

“Aria…

The tip goes in smoothly and stays there.

When I try to move back, he stops me, grabs my hip, and keeps me from sinking into his penis.

"Damn it, Samme!"

“Say it! Say you're going to listen to me! Promise that you will obey me!

"I can't make you a fucking promise blindly," I bite through clenched teeth. Please! Please! “whine.

“No! Not until you say that you will always listen to me, not until you accept that you are mine and that you are my responsibility.

"Fuck yeah, I'm your fucking responsibility!" Now fuck me like fuck!

It was like flipping a wand.

He sinks into me, grabs both sides of my hips, pulling me against him, and begins to thrust me hard.

I place one hand on the wall and the other on the edge of the furniture with the pictures and decorations. I breathe hard as I watch my breasts rise and fall. I take every thrust of him into me. I spread my legs a little more so that his penis enters even more, I lift my butt and lean my back until it is as flat and straight as a board.

He moves slowly and allows my sex to eat him up. Although I have received it before, still do not get used to it. At this point where my vagina is more than lubricated and juicy, he starts to pick up the pace. It thrusts inside me. The frantic rhythm of his thrusts pierces the muscles inside me, which contract involuntarily.

Guttural gasps, which turns me on.

Samme is quite a stud. He's such a strong man.

His broad and chunky muscles, his hands on my hips, my breasts rising and falling… All of this boosts my libido to the max.

He penetrates me again and again, holding on to my hips.

I groan non-stop.

"Samme, I'm ready."

He lets go of me and urges me to get up slowly, leaving his penis inside me and digging his fingers into my hair. I feel his body anchoring to mine. He grabs my hair and pulls me gently.

I groan, move my butt up and down, circle, and drive his cock deep inside me.

He grabs my breasts and massages them.

I lower one of my hands to my clitoris and close my legs a little; I apply pressure to his penis and my pleasure cocoon. I move my fingers frantically over it and get an almost automatic electric wave.

"That's right, princess." "Pull my hair." I caress my clit intensely. I love that about you. You are dynamite.

He whispers more words in my ear.

Seconds later, I manage to reach orgasm in a loud and scandalous way.

"Samme!" I snap and lose control of my body.

If it hadn't been for the fact that he is inside me, I would have fallen to the cold ground.

He comes out of my body slowly and lifts me upright, places me on his hips and sinks back into me. He hits me on the wall, which he uses as a support while he comes back to possess me.

I put my arms around his neck to keep from falling.

"Tired?"

"Go on," I say in a broken voice.

I barely got my breath back after the rapturous orgasm.

He gets his own beat and seeks my lips.

I kiss him and recall everything I feel for him.

I know Samme knows. I know you realize that you are more than just a fuck. I know it by how worried he looks at me. I've caught him doing that many times in the weeks we've been together.

His body tenses.

I contract my vagina maliciously to fully squeeze his penis.

He lets out an ecstatic growl and smirks as he moans.

"Hell, woman!" He exclaims, once he has regained his breath.

I am still hanging on his hips with my arms around his neck.

“That? "I'm playing innocent."

"You are a very dangerous goblin."

"I'm not a goblin," I correct him and pout.

“Yeah right. You are a damn devilish and dangerous nymph. He laughs and kisses my nose, making my heart flutter like I'm engulfed in a world of butterflies.

"I like that better." I stroke his hair at the bottom of his neck and kiss him slowly. What's going on? What are you hiding from me, Samme? I ask him then when I part with him.

He grabs me by the hips and steps out from inside me, takes off the condom, and goes to the bathroom in silence without even looking at me. I lean against the wall and let my weight fall on it. I feel like my legs don't support me anymore.

His silence only worries me.

It must be a very delicate matter if he has decided to leave me at his apartment until further notice.

Kidnapping?

That I never believed could happen to me.

Who is Samme mixed with?

"The club…".

I immediately think of the club and the women and men I saw in Chicago.

Is it a jealous former girlfriend? Revenge?

I hear my cell phone ring and I force myself to move.

I'm not going to win anything lying on the ground in my agonizing despair.

I am determined to find out anyway what Sam is hiding from me.