ABDUCTION
erotica with D/s elements
by
Vixen Bright and Zachary Zane
Part 2
“You should smile more often, Gia, it’s
lovely. And cool the hard-ass
routine. It doesn’t become you.”
If he had struck me it couldn’t have
hurt more, but it wasn’t just the words, it was how easily he saw through
me. I forced my tiny voice to sound
strong and authoritative. “You may call
me Miss Farfalla, and I do hope you will be finished the job today. My work is very intense and your presents is
distracting.”
He gave me that irascible grin
again. “It is, huh?”
I couldn’t halt the color
flooding my cheeks, but I kept my tone cool.
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
The grin grew and with it a look
that spoke of such power and confidence that I shivered.
“Don’t have to, girl,” he said. “The way you’ve been looking me over is about as
flattering as it gets. And…” he paused, severed the distance between us
and had the audacity to hook one blunt finger under my chin, forcing my gaze to
his. “You can hide behind convent walls
and over-sized glasses, but you can’t hide what you need or who you are...” he
paused and winked, “… Gia.”
Another, more assertive person
would have known what to say. Would have
rebuffed him or have ordered him out.
Instead, fear took hold. I tore
away from him, running from the office.
I didn’t return until I knew he had left for the day. Yet, the next day he was back, his grin in
place along with a new determination to make me aware of his presence. His constant interruptions made my work
suffer and I ended up staying later and later each evening to make certain I
met deadlines. The nuns didn’t seem to
notice much of my coming and goings. And
I never once thought to complain about Chase.
He was a hard worker and always stayed longer than I did. The job wasn’t as simple as I first
thought. He had to replace the windows
as well as sand and stain all the molding.
After that he mentioned something about replacing the floor to ceiling
bookcases.
After the first week, I realized
he often worked through lunch with only a pack of crackers and endless cups of
coffee. In an Italian household one
never skipped lunch. And although I
wasn’t heavy, I had the full curves and firmness of my heritage and had no
intention of skipping lunch to become a stick.
I was comfortable with my build, and even though I tried to hide it, I
couldn’t help noticing that most men appreciated it as well.
Finally, one day I broke down and
brought him lunch. It resembled dinner,
with chicken cutlets on thick slabs of crusty, homemade bread, potato salad,
fruit, cheese and a large biscotti for dessert.
“Did you make this yourself,” he asked while indulging.
I nodded, munching on an apple
and cheese. “I like to cook and always
have a ton of food in the refrigerator, which I end up having to give away
since I live alone.”
“Yeah, when I was a kid it was
like an open house every day, but I was the youngest of a youngest son. One by one the old people died and the family
broke away. We moved across country and
once my parents died I find I only return home on holidays.”
There was such sadness in his
tone that I had all I could do not to invite him to dinner, but that would open
doors I didn’t want opened, not ever. I
found myself liking this carpenter, liking the way he laughed, the way he ate,
the way he looked at me as if I mattered.
For so long now I had been afraid of everything and everyone. I had been raised to be a virgin until my
wedding night. I had never been to a
nightclub nor ever ran with a fast crowd.
At twenty-five years of age, old-fashioned and virtuous labeled me like
packaged meat. Yet I wasn’t. My dreams soared with images of twisted limbs
and thrusting bodies. Within me reigned
a lusty wench with needs that burned my cheeks and tortured my soul.
However, the singular time I
allowed that part of me out in a youthful surge of unrequited love, I had been
used and tossed aside like stale bread.
Even worse, I had been left pregnant, my family, being old-world, turned
me away. I lost the man I loved and my
family all in a few days. However, I had
a baby to prepare for and focused on that new life, for I refused to destroy it
or abandon it. However, it wasn’t to be. The baby was stillborn. After that, I never again allowed myself to
stray and had become a cold, impregnable fortress, except in my dreams.
“I’m sorry,” was all I managed as
I went back to work.
Days turned into weeks and before
I knew it nearly two months had passed.
As the weather warmed, we had our lunches outside and we’d talked as we
worked. Somehow, I managed to be
productive even with the interruptions.
He asked me out for an official date only once. I declined, stammering I had a boyfriend.
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