When I woke up a couple hours later, Ellis was still asleep.My thighs ached and my hips were sore. I looked down and saw some dried blood between my legs. Wild memories flooded back to me, and every piece of them reminded me that I was no longer a virgin.Taking a deep breath, I looked at Ellis. His expression was soft and he looked less dangerous in his sleep. However, I knew how dominating this man could be. In bed, and in life.My heart swelled in my chest, threatening to break free. I'd given such a special part of myself to him. I couldn't believe it… but I wasn't sorry.I looked around the room. My dress was still on the floor and so was my robe and the binding from my wrists. The room was a mess! A tempting and… unnerving reminder of what we'd shared.My eyes flicked to the clock on the wall. It was almost eight!As tantalizing as last night and this morning were, and even though I hadn't had ample time to digest my first sex experience, I needed to get home and talk to m
I walked angrily down the hallway on the way to my own bedroom and laid down. Groaning, I grabbed one of my English Lit books, 'Wuthering Heights,' and tried to get some reading done. That was a mistake…Cathy and Heathcliff were at least 20 years apart in age, at least that was what the analytical footnotes in my academic copy told me. Well, I'd succeeded in distracting myself from Bethany, but now Ellis crept back into my mind.My stomach flopped and I rested the book on my face, closing my eyes. Suddenly, it felt like I was back in that room, my wrists bound as Ellis brought me to the brink of pleasure over and over again.How his strong body had pinned me down, the way he dominated me and still made my pleasure a priority.Shuddering, I curled on my side and pushed the book away. I had to get back to my normal routine if I was going to move past everything that had been happening.What was more normal than going back to school? I hadn't been to classes since before the kidnapping
My chat with Jenny had been sobering. Whatever I felt for Ellis might not matter because no one else would ever accept us. Besides, I could still only guess as to what he wanted from me. Forgetting him and moving on would be hard, though, because there was a big part of me that didn't want to let go. When I picked up a newspaper on the way to class one morning, I saw an article about a German pianist coming to perform a concert at the opera auditorium near the university. My heart soared. If I needed a good distraction, seeing a classic piano concert would do it!The night of the concert I put on a floor length, champagne colored, satin dress with a swooping back. I put on elbow-high white, silk gloves and had my driver bring me to the elegant auditorium. I'd reserved a seat close enough that I wouldn't need binoculars but that still gave me a panoramic view of the stage. There was someone sitting in the seat next to mine. The back of their head looked familiar, as did the navy suit
"Who are you?!" I screamed, hitting at this nut job's chest as he tried to pull me closer. "You don't know anything about Bethany and me!""She's never mentioned me?" he asked. That was enough of a shock to get him to let me go. I pushed him away and took a few steps back. "No," I snapped. I wiped his spit off my face and looked towards the entrance of the alley. But, it was no use. He would stop me in a second if I tried to run."I'm Claude, you know, Bethany's sweetheart. She's really never mentioned me?" he asked again. His face screwed up in confusion. It was like his brain couldn't comprehend that Bethany wouldn't tell the world about him. "Sorry, but my sister has definitely been giving you the wrong idea," I scoffed. Claude recovered quickly at the thought of being played for a fool. He raised his hand and struck me hard on the face. "Don't you ever speak about Bethany like that!"I reeled back, covering my stinging cheek with my hand. "I know what kind of conniving b*tch y
He grabbed my wrist, and led me to a changing room in the back of the private lounge. He pushed me through the doorway and kicked the door shut before swiftly turning us and pinning me against it.A gasp left my lips and I watched as he slowly grabbed one end of my shawl from around my shoulders, letting it slowly pull from my arms."If you want to stop, remember to tell me red and if you want to slow down, tell me yellow." He brought my hands behind my back and spun me around so that my cheek was pressed against the door, bringing his lips to my ear, "For more, moan my name."He tied my shawl around my wrists keeping my arms tied behind my back. It was secure and I wouldn't be able to wriggle free. I curled my toes in my shoes, anticipating what was to come next. Ellis brought his lips close to my ear, "Close your eyes for me like the good girl you are."I closed my eyes obediently. A thin strip of silk dropped over my eyes, making me flinch. I guessed it was his tie. Ellis tied it t
**Ellis POVJenny. She had to be the one who put those thoughts in Olivia's head about my social status and age. I couldn't fault her. It was a best friend's job to make sure she was with the right man. I was the right man for Olivia, and I wasn't going to let Jenny convince her otherwise. Finding where Jenny lived from the college was easy enough but she wasn't home when I showed up at her apartment. I talked to a few of her neighbors who were all too eager to please me when they took in my flashy suit and charming smile. I was no stranger to getting what I wanted.They all agreed I'd find Jenny at one of the popular college clubs nearby, blowing off steam with some friends. There was a line at the club door, the electronic dance music pumping out onto the sidewalk. I went straight to the bouncer."Mr. Peterson, we haven't seen you in a while," the bouncer greeted. He pulled back the velvet rope. "Thank you," I said with a nod. My intention was to locate Jenny quickly. I hadn't
**Olivia POVI saw Jesse approaching us with a friendly smile. I tightened my hand around my clutch purse and fidgeted uncomfortably. "Good evening, Miss Richardson," he greeted, smirking and bowing his head. It made it seem like we knew each other a lot better than we did. "And who is this?" He eyed Paul curiously."This is Paul, we go to school together," I introduced quickly, hoping that would make this less suspicious. "Paul, this is Jesse, he owns this restaurant," I explained.He gave me a look, like he was wondering why I hadn't mentioned knowing the owner in the parking lot. I sighed and shook my head, hoping that would deter him from asking questions. "Nice to meet you." Paul shook Jesse's hand. "I've heard great things about this place.""Thank you, but unfortunately I have to tell you that our tables are full for the evening." Jesse peered from Paul to me with an apologetic expression."Your hostess didn't mention that when she put our names on the waitlist," I added, narr
Ellis tapped his fingers on the bar top, the edges of his mouth turned down in a subtle frown. I twisted my napkin in my lap, waiting for him to scold me or something. It was the first time where I felt like Ellis was a parent about to punish me. And I needed to be punished! I'd been so stupid to think I could pull off an 'innocent' date without hurting Ellis or Paul. "I…" I lifted my eyes and Ellis's stern face shut me up immediately. I chewed the inside of my cheek and shifted from side to side on the barstool. I wanted him to say something, anything! Just when it felt like the silence would stretch on forever, Ellis waved the bartender over and closed out his tab. I stole a glance, hoping he was ready to talk. Ellis beckoned me with his hand. "Come with me," he ordered. I swallowed hard as his deep, commanding voice swallowed me. Unable to control myself, I slid off the barstool and followed him. He didn't look directly at me, but he reached behind himself and grabbed my wrist
Ellis POVI sat in the executive chair in the office, getting work done as well as I could under the circumstances. Even with the new legal troubles, some things never changed. “And tell them if they don’t they will have to answer to me,” I said. “Got it,” my project manager, William, said, looking a little shaken. Handling contractors came with the job, and was mostly a matter of patience, and being commanding. Much the same as handling a child having a tantrum. I relaxed a little as the call went away, taking more of the immediate problems with it. There were other problems hanging over my head that I didn’t like to think about. A little annoyed and very tired I loosen my tie, which had come to feel like a noose. After the house arrest, theoretical as it might have been, I hardly wore one anymore.I felt Olivia’s absence in my chest, like a weight. One I tried to lighten with another drink. Sipping lightly from the tumbler of rum, careful not to get drunk. I wanted to be alert
**Olivia POVI woke up still groggy, the world going from a dark blur to a light blur. Everything that had happened slowly rearranged itself in my mind.Pain came back along with the memories, if in a reduced form. With a wince, my head turned just right, and I saw Ellis seated by the bed, where he’d always been before getting arrested and would always be if I had anything to say about it.Ellis looked troubled, something I rarely saw. He was always so capable and in control of himself if not the situation. I reached out to him instinctively, and Ellis took it tenderly.“Can you be here?”“Of course,” he said.“No, I mean your house arrest.”“That is taken care of. Even if it wasn’t, I think this counts as compassionate grounds.”I relaxed a little, letting out a breath. Then I remembered what happened with the baby.“How is she?” I asked.He squeezed my hand, letting me know something was wrong, no matter what he might say.“She will be fine,” he said, “I’ll take you to the NICU to se
**Olivia POVI’d always heard bad things about hospital food. Fortunately, this proved not to be true. Everything Amber brought was great. I started to feel stronger just from the diet alone.If it wasn’t for hospital policy, I probably could have walked on our twice daily outings onto the hospital grounds. The baby seemed better too, moving even more than before.I started to suspect Nurse Anderson might have cooked the meals at home and smuggled them onto the hospital plates.I was near the end of my bacon and eggs, when a familiar face peeked in through the door.“Mom!?” I asked, more delighted to see her than I had words to say.“Hey, baby.”Mom came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek, like she used to do when I was little and feeling sick.“Me or her?” I asked, patting my belly.“Both of you, really,” mom said with a rare smile.Mom put her hand on my belly and felt it as the baby moved again.“Hello, little one, it’s Grandma.”I was surprised to hear her use the term. Something
**Ellis POVI paced the hallway, resisting the urge to hit something. The control I showed in most situations was carefully built up over years. There were times I worried about Ken and his potential impulse control. Then again his mother was so patient and gentle, except when truly riled, it could be her genetics that might win out. I went to the door again, just to see if I could hear what was being said. The wood was too thick and all I could hear was muffled hums. “You know you could just go in right? You’re on the list.”Spinning on my heel, resisting the urge to yell in fright, I saw Nurse Anderson with a food tray. “I can’t actually.”“Why? Is the door locked?” she asked, testing the knob. “Yes, but that is not the biggest problem.” “Oh, how so?” Nurse Anderson asked. “It was locked from the inside,” I said.“Yes, that is how it works.” “By someone else, on purpose I mean.” “Who?” “Some Fed, I think he said his name was Smiley.” “Agent Smiley?” Nurse An
**Olivia POV Ken came out of nowhere. The only warning of his arrival, an excited shout echoed down the hall. He still hadn’t got the hang of his ‘inside voice.’ Like a shot he was in the room, shattering the quiet solitude. I couldn’t have been happier. Kevin was more subtle, coming in behind and waiting to be beckoned before coming forward. There was something about hospitals that made him less than comfortable. “Mommy,” Ken cried, up on the bed like a shot. “Hey, baby,” I said, as he took me in a near-choking hug. “Hi,” Kevin said, quietly, keeping his wheelchair near the door.. “Get over here,” I said. Kevin came up beside the bed, not needing to be told twice. From my bed I hugged Ken and held Kevin’s hand tightly, tears started to roll with little choice. “Mommy?” Ken asked. “Happy tears, baby,” I said. “Oh.” The room felt smaller all of the sudden and all I wanted to do was go outside with my boys. Pressing the button to page her, Amber appeared in no
**Olivia POV Day came again even as I was sitting on the plane back to New York. It had been a dream, and Ellis was still there, looking deeply worried. “How are you doing?” he asked with a smile that once melted me. “Fine and only getting better. As soon as the doctor gives me the all clear I’m going home with Ken.” “Ken is at home,” Ellis said. “Not your home, my home,” I said. I could see the words cut deep, and almost felt sorry for him. Second thoughts were just coming up when the doctor came in, his expression grim.I instinctively reached for Ellis’s hand. Bad news no doubt on the horizon. “It can’t be that bad,” Ellis and I blurted at once. “It can actually,” the doctor said, looking at the chart. “How so?” Ellis butted in. It didn’t really concern him anymore, but he was the sort to think he needed to be the center of attention in any situation. He must have been a joy at funerals. “You are severely dehydrated, Mrs. Peterson. The amniotic fluid is mu
**Ellis POVI held her hand in the back of the ambulance, never letting her go again if I had anything to do about it. I had gotten far too close to losing her. “We’ll be there soon,” I said, minding the volume. She flinched at the smallest noise if it was unexpected. God only knew what the sick f*cks had done to her, and it was best not to think about it. Anytime I did, the urge to kill them rose. I didn't want to kill Carl, no matter how much of a f*ck up he was.No matter what he did he was still my son. People like us had other ways to deal with our kids when they got off the track. Military service was one popular option, as well as “career opportunities” in another country. Olivia stayed silent, her head lolling to the left before she closed her eyes. “Everyone is excited to see you again,’ I tried, “especially Ken and Kevin.”Olivia winched at the mention of their names. It was probably a touchy subject, after she’d been away for so long, not sure if she’d ever get ba
**Olivia POV“How are you doing, honey?” I asked, rubbing my belly. The baby didn’t move, but she could have been asleep. Apparently, they did that a lot. Resting up for the rest of their life. Bethany and Carl were down there for a few hours. Mostly quiet but with the occasional argument. Things shifted and I heard steps coming towards the attic. I held my breath hoping everything would be okay. I wasn’t sure I’d done the lock up right, and hoped they wouldn’t notice if they came back. It would be an obvious sign of what I’d done, and the punishment could be awful. There was no telling what Bethany might do. She could be merciful and just break my ankles. Or my wrists, to stop me from getting the lock picked again. It would make Ellis really mad, but it didn’t sound like they were planning to stay around, after everything. The clock clicked open, making me flinch and the baby move. I nearly cried to feel her again but had to hold it together. If we were going to get out of
**Olivia POVI felt a thrilling chill run over my body and the baby moved in response, celebrating in my womb. The door was open and we were close to freedom. I rubbed my belly, calming her down. I would need all my focus for the next part. Carl and Bethany could have been back at any time, and I had to be gone before then if there was going to be any chance of getting back to the boys and Ellis tonight. I cracked the door open slowly and I listened to the deafening silence. All was dark but I could just make out the staircase below the door. There was no light from below, so I had to try to get down blind. A little at a time, always sure to hold something, down I climbed. Getting one foot down on the stairs and then the other. Holding the sides of the steps in a death-grip, I finally reached solid ground. The floorboards down below creaking like the ones up above. There was another door at the base of the steps and my heart sank to think that I might have to work to pick another l