Seher's Penitence

Seher's Penitence (Part 2)

"How far will you run, before you realize you're not running away from me? You're running to me."

-Joey W. Hill

As soon as Yaman had Seher where he wanted- on the bed and close to him, he dragged the chair, placed it right in front of her to prevent her escape and then, giving her a slow perusal and looking at her with a gleam of determination in his eyes, sat down across from her.

He was now so close to her that his knees were touching her legs. The moment their bodies came in contact, Seher could hear her heart pounding loudly in her ears and her body involuntarily jerked in reaction, as she frantically shifted back on the bed to create distance between herself and Yaman. Having his warm, virile and all too male presence next to herself was like holding one's hands up against a fire pit on a wintry night!

Seher was both flustered and exasperated at her own body's reactions to Yaman and she looked back at him with trepidation and alarm, only to find him staring at her with undisguised fondness, admiration, and warmth. His gaze was like glowing embers of banked wildfire, laden with a promise to both warm as well as scorch her to the core!

He took off his coat and then started rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. Seher looked askance at him and asked nervously, "W-what do you think you are you doing?"

Yaman knew very well what his proximity did to Seher, and it was yet another corroboration in a long chain of evidence that she still loved him, despite what she professed. He looked at her ardently and giving her a predatory smile, replied, "What does it look like I am doing, darling?"

Seher glared at him and said, "Trying to intimidate me?"

Yaman looked at her with a sensual promise in his eyes and replied, "Well, I know of many more pleasurable ways to intimidate and silence this beautiful mouth of yours."

Ignoring his flirtatious smile and sexual innuendo, Seher casted him a seething look and replied, "Let me go. I think I made it noticeably clear that I want to leave?"

Yaman settled comfortably in the chair, as if prepared to sit there the entire day, if necessary. He surveyed her with a searing stare and studying her through his panther like pose, replied, "I didn't bring you here to release you, love! I brought you here so that you don't have anywhere to run and finally I can have you all to myself!"

Seher was taken aback at his brazenness and she couldn't respond for a while. When she finally managed to collect her composure enough to speak, she protested, "Let me go else I will complain about this kidnapping to the police!"

Yaman gave her an all knowing smile and responded in a slow drawl, "Sweetheart, for you, I can go to the end of the world. I will accept all charges against myself happily and without any grievance. If I, have you next to me, I don't care about the repercussions."

Seher was shaking like a leaf now. She drew a deep breath and whispered, "Why are you doing this,Yaman? Why?"

Yaman smiled at her indulgently and asked, "Are you hungry? I will whip up something really quick for you. I too tend to become testy and peevish on an empty stomach."

Seher glared at him and responded, "I don't want anything. Just let me go else I will report you to the authorities this very moment."

Yaman laughed hollowly and replied, "You need a phone for that. And yours is not on you."

Seher looked around and realised it was true. She was furious now and looking at him in vexation, she asked, "Where did you hide my phone? Answer me!"

Yaman had a languorous smile on his countenance and calmly replied, "Don't worry, it is with me. I just took the liberty of switching it off so that no one disturbs our little quality time together, sweetheart."