Mind Control

Teases

I wake up feeling like an anvil hit my head. Multiple times. I look around to get a sense of my surroundings, but it just looks like another hotel room. A man walks in carrying a glass of water and a tablet.

"Here is an Advil to help with the hangover. William will be here in ten minutes or so" he says, looking at me with an odd glint in his eye. "I'd cover up if I were you"

He leaves the room and I try to stand up, but end up falling.  Shit. This is one hell of a hangover.

I try again, this time very slowly. There are shorts and a t shirt on the armchair opposite the bed, so I grab them and go to the bathroom.

Looking in the mirror, I look like a complete mess. My blonde hair is tangled up in what looks like a rats nest. The makeup is smudged and running all over my face, and most importantly, I have a black eye. It's large, purple, and ugly. My dress is literally in pieces.

Whoever did this to me will pay. I don't know how or when, but they will.

I try to finger-comb my hair and wash the makeup off my face. Stepping out of the bathroom, I feel refreshed and somewhat ready to face whatever is next.

Or whoever is next. Facing William won't be easy. Especially considering how I escaped him. I walk out on the balcony so I don't have to confront him right away. I hear the door open and shut, and my body tenses up.

"Hello, Lydia. How are you?" a familiar voice asks.

"I'm fine, William," I reply tersely. I'm so afraid of his reaction. Never before have I ever been more scared of anyone as I am now of him. Because a part of me is attracted to him, and being attracted to a man like him is dangerous.

He steps out on the balcony and comes to stand beside me. He doesn't say anything for a long time. I start to fidget, and I can't take the silence anymore.

"What are you going to do to me?" I ask softly.

"I don't know, Lydia. What would you do to someone who almost killed two of your men?" he says, turning to face me.

"I would forgive and forget?" I asked hopefully.

He grabs me by the arms and pushes me against the railing, arching my back.

"I warned you about hitting my men. I warned you about doing stupid things, and yet here we are, discussing the fact that you've done both," he says, leaning in. "I will not tolerate your behavior"

His fingers are touching the exposed skin at my side, and I'm very aware of it. He leans in and nibbles at my ear, making me moan. He lets go of my hands and I run them though his dark brown hair, while he trails kisses down my neck.

Suddenly he pulls away, leaving me panting and aroused. Smirking, he turns around and goes back inside.

"I'll get you back for your little teasing back in California, sweetheart. No, consider it like the Mark of Cain. I'll get you back sevenfold," he sneers. "You have half an hour to get ready, we're meeting some people for dinner downstairs,"

Sooo its been a while since I last updated. Truth be told, I gave up on this story, until someone messaged me, asking me to continue it. So here it is, I hope you liked it! As usual, vote and comment! :)