Repressed (Wattys 2014 Winner)

Chapter 3

He paced the dark room of his penthouse, “Where is she?” He asked himself on and on and on again. It had been a year since she ran away and yet he had no clue about her whereabouts. He walked over to his ceiling to floor window and gazed at the skyline of London, “Where are you Milania?” He whispered longingly.

He knew the way things ended the last time, well, it was very bad. She probably thought he was a monster. He tried to shake away and ignore the wails and moans coming from his bedroom door, “Sir, please, let me go!” She wailed.

The pictures of Milania and him still filled and covered the walls, he was not over her. None of his sources could tell where she had gone. He was desperate.

The wailing continued. He sighed heavily and went back to the room, “Shut up! Shut up!” He ordered her. He had a deliciously sexy voice, a sort that would charm anyone with a rock heart into doing something they didn’t want to.

The girl was naked and spread-eagled on his bed, he hand cuffed her hands to the corner posts of his bed and kept her feet apart with a spreader bar. She looked so tantalizing in her state of distress and pain, he licked his lips in anticipation. He noticed how her blond hair was strewn across his seats and some covered her gorgeous body. Her pert pink nipples were beautiful.  She had a flat stomach that led to a well waxed crotch, and her long legs were slender. He walked to one of his bed posts, he had four, “What happened my precious?” He trailed a finger over her breast as he looked at her and licked his lips again.

She whimpered, the tears falling to the side, “Let me go, I beg of you, Sir. Please?” She whined as he touched her.

“Does my touch hurt you?” He asked playfully, bending down to suck a nipple, he toyed the other one with his hand.

“No, it’s very…pleasurable.” She replied promptly, “But these restraints suck, please let me touch you!” She continued, “I want to touch you Sir.” He sucked harder and she gasped, “Sir!”

“You like that don’t you?” He asked as he pulled away and stood up again.

“Yes, I love it!” She replied, her blue eyes wide with honesty.

“Should I let you touch me?” He teased, as he watched her squirm with pleasure underneath his gaze.

“Yes, please.”

He undid the clasps on her hand but left the spreader bar as it was. She pulled herself upright and motioned for him to sit with her. Her eyes trailed over his to-die-for body.

She touched his chest and trailed her fingers southward till she was just above his happy trail, “You are so beautiful.” He smiled at her as he kissed her and took her once more on his bed.

When he was about to explode with pleasure, he moaned, “Milania! Oh, God.” He stared at the angry expression of the blond and chuckled, “Smile, little girl.”

“What the fuck? I am not Milania, my name is Angel.”

“And you sure are.” He said as he up again, pulled on his trousers and his Burberry trench and made way to the door. He threw the keys that would unlock her spreader bar on her chest, “Unlock yourself and make sure that by the time I am back, you are gone. And I mean gone. I don’t even want your stench or perfume on these sheets. I don’t want any part of you here, clean this place, clean yourself, clean this mess and get out. Do you understand me?”

She frowned at him.

He shouted, “Do you understand me?”

She meekly nodded, “I understand Sir.”