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I woke with a start. Trying to sit up, I quickly realized that my left wrist was tied up, in fact I was chained up. The links of the chain jingled together as I pulled them as hard as I could. It was no use.
My eyes darted around the room, and I jumped when I spotted him.
Sitting in a chair in the corner, he was hardly more than a silhouette. It was his energy that filled the room. We watched each other silently for what seemed like eternity.
Finally, he spoke, and I recognized his voice from earlier.
“Hello, ma’am.”
Ma’am? Why was he calling me that?
“Who are you? Where am I?”
I pulled on the chains again, the loud, clanking noise ringing in my ears.
He stood up and walked over to me slowly. Towering above the bed, his immense presence was intimidating, but I jutted my chin out, searching for any way I could to show him I wasn’t afraid of him. My heart pounded in my chest. I was still only wearing my black lace bra and my heels.
Dread and fear settled in the bottom of my stomach, and I began shaking uncontrollably. The huge man noticed and reached out his hand to me. He was holding my red dress.
“Here.”
“My dress…”
He gingerly placed it over my stomach, covering my nakedness. I blushed bright red when I realized I had been laying there - for how long? - with my pussy exposed to this stranger.
“Yeah, I have your purse, too. I would have dressed you, but I didn’t want to touch you without your permission.”
My brain spun with questions. Where was I? Why was I here? And who was this man? He kidnapped me but didn’t want to touch me ‘without my permission’? It seemed more than a little ironic.
“Can you put it on please?”
“What?” I was bewildered and confused.
“Your dress, ma’am. Would you please put it on?”
“My dress? What - um, yes. It’s not going to be easy to do with my arm chained.”
“Yes, I know. Put it on one arm, then I will switch your arms and you can put it on all the way.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” What the fuck was going on here? “Let me go!”
“I’m sorry, ma’am, that isn’t going to happen. Please put on your dress. You’re very…naked.” He almost growled the last word, and I felt the hair stand up on the back of my neck. Something told me to listen to him now and ask questions later.
“Fine. Turn around!”
“Yes, ma’am.”
The chain length was long enough that I could stand up, and I did so, quickly pulling the right arm of the dress on. I covered as much of my body as I could before sighing loudly.
“Okay.”
He turned around slowly, and I stood there, barely covering myself. He swallowed hard as he approached me, and pulled a key out of his pocket.
He was wearing tight, dark jeans and the patched black leather vest fit across his massive chest and shoulders like a glove. His long blonde hair curled around the top of it, flowing softly down his back, laying across the leather like feathers. I couldn’t help but inhale once he was right next to me and unlocking the silver lock. The musky smell of leather with a faint hint of whiskey drifted in the air.
The chain was tied around the metal of the bed frame and it came loose briefly. He clasped my right arm, his warm hand wrinkling the red silk of the sleeve of my dress, and wrapped the chain around it, clicking the lock back in place.
“There you go. Now you can put on the rest of your dress.” He looked physically uncomfortable as he took a step back from me.
“Right.” Quickly, I put it on and tied it together as a flash of a memory shot through my head.
“Where’s Drake?”
“Drake? That guy you were with?”
“Yes.”
The man chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he did so.
“That guy? Fuck, what a wimp. He ran down the hallway, naked as a jaybird and crying like a baby. My brother Two Dog Dave caught him, but when he pissed himself, Two Dog let him go after he promised to keep his mouth shut.”
Great. Thanks a lot, Drake.
“Why am I here?”
“Well, ma’am. I’m not sure. I’m just doing my job and my job is to keep you safe and watch over you, and make sure you don’t go anywhere.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Listen, here’s the deal. My job is to provide protection. Sometimes, that looks a little different than you might imagine. In your situation, I have a client who - for reasons known entirely by them - needs you out of the way temporarily. My job is to keep you out of the way and safe.”
“Safe.”
“Yes, absolutely.”
“Who is your client?”
“I can’t tell you that, ma’am. Again, I’m sorry. It’s just business.”
“How long are you supposed to keep me?” My mind raced with trying to figure out why someone would want me out of their way. I thought of my father, but I was already far out of his way, and I had been for months. None of this made any sense at all.
“Unfortunately, that has yet to be determined.”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” I pulled on the chains again, my anger beginning to rise and overwhelm whatever fear I had.
“No, ma’am. I’m not kidding. And, honestly, ma’am, the sooner you accept the fact that we are going to be spending a lot of time together, the easier it will be…on both of us.”
“I don’t give a shit what’s easy for you - let me fucking go, right now!”
“No.”
“Then let me talk to whoever your fucking client is!” My voice rose to a screech and I began to panic.
“That’s not possible, ma’am. Again, I apologize.”
Once again, I pulled on the chains angrily. It was no use, and it was hurting my wrist, so I stopped. I would have to solve this with words, because there was no chance my upper body strength would get me out of this.
I looked at my captor, drinking him in slowly. He was massive. His size was intimidating, sure, but when I gazed into his golden-green eyes, I saw nothing but gentleness there. His square jaw was set firmly, though, as if to tell me he was the boss. I had seen that look in men before, the kind of man that doesn’t like something he has to do, but he must do it for the good of the situation. I had seen that look on my father’s face.
His long blonde hair framed his gorgeous square jaw, and combined with the stubble on his face, it gave him a sense of a grungy, untamed man. His black vest and the t-shirt underneath stretched across his defined chest. His massive arms were covered in tattoos. My eyes trailed down his body, the slender waist of his taught body forming the perfect v. His jeans were tight and the fabric pulled across a large bulge. If I wasn’t so angry, I would have licked my lips in appreciation, but I wasn’t about to be distracted by this man, no matter how much he looked like a fucking Adonis standing in front of me.
“What’s your name?” I asked him angrily.
“Hawk, ma’am. My name’s Hawk.”