"What are your plans for today?" I asked Brooklyn as I watched her eat the last of her eggs and toast. "Are you still working on that latest design that you and Gina talked about?"

I didn't want her to know that I was starting to feel a little nervous about my father and how infuriated I was that I was having to sneak her around in my own house. It had been a couple of weeks and I hadn't heard a thing from my father, but the closer it got to getting her out of there the more I imagined how perfect it would be if I could just leave with her. I just hoped it would work out that way.

"Yeah, it's really fabulous, Adrian. I feel like she really gets me and appreciates my input. It's like everything we do is almost in sync. I still can't believe that I'm working with her. Thank you so much for setting it up, Adrian. I don't really understand why you did it but I want you to know that I really appreciate it," she said as she looked down at her plate.

I was dumbfounded. How could she not know why I would do just about anything for her? If Lucas said I was so transparent why didn't she see how I felt about her. How could she not see how much I cared about her? I knew I hadn't had much practice with this sort of thing, but I thought I had been clear about my feelings.

Besides, setting up the meeting with Gina wasn't even a big deal. I made a phone call to a friend and it was done. But even if she hadn't been a friend I wouldn't have had a hard time setting up the meeting. No one ever said no to my family.

"Like I said, I looked at your designs online and I thought they were fabulous. You really do have an eye for distinctive styles and I'm obviously not the only one that thinks so. I think all the ultra-rich-bitch wives will eat your stuff up."

"But ... " She fidgeted with her napkin and stared at her hands and I could tell she was nervous about what she was about to say. "I mean ... I'm just here ... hanging out in your house. I don't know what's going to happen, Adrian. I have no idea where I'm going to be six months from now let alone tomorrow.

I'm so touched that you like my designs. It means a lot to me," she said with a sweet smile. "But what good is meeting with Gina and arranging to work with her if I don't know whether I'm going to be sold off to ..."

"You won't be sold off to anyone, Brooklyn. I told you ..."

"But do you know what's going on with your father? I would feel so much better if I knew what was happening. I'm afraid that he's going to show up here any day with Lucas and drag me off. Every day I spend up in that room working on designs it makes me more and more sad thinking that I might not actually be able to see them come to life. That I might be trapped in someone's house somewhere in a country where I don't even speak the language. I'm terrified, Adrian. I want to trust you. I want to believe that you are going to get me out of here, but I'm afraid that your father is going to get his way somehow."

"He won't, Brooklyn. I won't let him."

"You say that but you don't give me any reason to believe you. Why am I so special? Why would you go against your father and help me when you'd be putting your own life in danger?"

I looked down at my plate and stared at it for a minute. Every fiber of my being wanted to say the words that had been floating around in my mind ever since she got here. I wanted to tell Brooklyn how I felt about her but as terrified as she was about being held captive here I was pretty sure I had her beat. I was paralyzed with fear over my feelings for her.

But the longer I sat there and watched her twist her napkin with those sad, pleading eyes, the more I realized that I had absolutely nothing to lose. I didn't want to be here anymore. I didn't want to work for my father anymore. I'd wanted to leave this business for a while now but I forced myself to continue with the training and this lifestyle because it was all I knew and because I was the oldest son. But now I just wanted out and I wanted Brooklyn with me.

"Because ... I'm in love with you, Brooklyn."

The silence in the room was deafening. I could only imagine what she was thinking while she sat across the table from me. That I was a disgusting excuse for a human being and that I deserved to rot in hell for all the pain I'd been responsible for. I picked my napkin up off my lap and started to stand up to leave when I heard her voice barely above a whisper.

"Adrian ..."

I looked up and saw that there were tears running down her cheeks but her eyes weren't sad or scared. They were sparkling and starry like I remembered them from that summer with her on the beach.

"I love you too, Adrian."

I got up and walked around the table and as I got close to her she stood up. Her hands were shaking as she touched them to my shoulders and then move them up so that they were on either side of my head.

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into me so that our bodies were pressed together, then I slowly leaned down and gently touched my lips to hers. The kiss started out soft and tender but then grew in intensity as my tongue parted her lips and I pressed every part of my body even harder into hers. I had never felt anything remotely like this in my life. I was turned on, yes. Brooklyn was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen in my life. But, there was something more.

A feeling in my head like the room was spinning and Brooklyn and I were suspended in time. A warm rush of energy that overwhelmed my senses and gave me the impression that Brooklyn and I were the only beings that existed on the planet. I felt her body melting into mine and everywhere she touched me the feeling of magically warm tingles intensified.

I wanted to consume her. I wanted her to be part of me. Every moment that my mouth was on hers my need for her expanded until I was completely overwhelmed with desire. This little girl that felt like a doll in my arms had more power inside her than anyone I had ever encountered in my life. I was consumed by her and by the way she made me feel.

I picked Brooklyn up and she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. She looked down at me with the most beautiful smile on her face I had ever seen. The glow in her eyes was glorious and the fact that it was directed at me, that she was smiling because of me, made me ecstatic. I carried her up the stairs, then threw her down onto the bed when out of the blue the fear kicked in again.

"What's the matter, Adrian? Is everything okay?" she asked as she looked up at me.

I stood there for a moment, not knowing what to say. I didn't want to treat her like all the other girls but I didn't know what else to do. That's all I had ever known. The desire inside of me to dominate her was overwhelming. I clenched my fists and almost turned and left the room when I was stopped by her words.

"Tell me what you want me to do. I want you to tell me, Adrian."

"You might not like it," I said as I took a step closer to her and swallowed hard.

"You don't know that," she said as she held my gaze. "I want to please you."

That was all I needed to hear.

"Take off your clothes."

I watched her as she removed her dress, then her bra and finally she slowly slid her black panties down her thighs then tossed them to the floor with her foot. There was an intense push and pull inside of me. I wanted to grab her and wrap my arms around her and devour her but I also wanted to watch her squirm. I wanted her to worship me and I wanted to see in her eyes the desire for my complete control.

There was a part of me that was still worried about scaring her, but that fear was fading fast. All I could see was Brooklyn. All I could think was Brooklyn. And all I could feel inside me was a growing need to make her mine.

"Spread your legs."

She did as she was told and I watched as her puffy lips parted and her pussy was offered up to me. I knelt down at the edge of the bed and wrapped my lips around her big toe, then kissed my way up the inside of her leg, all the while never taking my eyes off of hers. She shuddered when my tongue flicked the sensitive skin behind her knee and her breathing grew heavy and rapid as my lips traveled up the inside of her thigh.

As I approach the fine hair of her beautiful blonde cunt, the musky smell overwhelmed me.

"I want you to touch yourself. Spread your lips wide and slide your fingers inside your wet hole," I said as I stood up and started to undo the buttons on my shirt. She hesitated for a moment, but then her eyes filled with desire to please me. Slowly her right hand made its way down her belly and through her soft, fine hair, then two of her fingers disappeared completely.

I took off the rest of my clothes as I watched her wet fingers sliding in and out of her pussy then I got up on the bed, grabbed both of her legs and pushed them up and over her so that her feet were on either side of her head. Then I lifted her ass up and held it in the air while I lowered my mouth down over both of her holes. I licked and sucked on every inch of that musky space in between her legs, forcing my tongue into every crevice and hole I could find.

Brooklyn moaned and called out my name and I watched her from above as she lost herself. I continued to alternate between sucking on her clit and swirling my tongue up and down and around the space in between her folds until I could tell that she was right on the edge. I lowered her hips down onto the bed and entered her with one swift movement.

Her back arched and her head twisted back and to the side as she screamed my name. Her eyes flew open with every thrust as I pounded into her and I watched the expression of shock fade into ecstasy.

Her moans started out quiet and deep but with every thrust of my cock that I plunged deeper and harder inside her, the sounds coming out of her grew in intensity. She wrapped her legs around my waist and grabbed my ass with her hands and pushed me in harder and deeper until that moment when everything stopped.

Her eyes flew open and she looked up at me like she was about to say something but instead her entire body started to convulse underneath me and then her eyes closed again. Her body was heaving underneath me in rhythm with the pulsating grip that held onto my cock and her legs held me like a vice.

I felt my orgasm coming from deep inside me. The sensation poured throughout my body as I was flooded with the feeling of release. I called out her name over and over as the shudders lessened and our movements slowed.

After I came inside her, I felt her body go limp underneath me. Her legs and arms fell away from my body and her head dropped to the side. I pulled the comforter around us and watched her as she lay there with the most beautifully peaceful look on her face that I had ever seen in my life. She was so calm and still that I almost thought she had stopped breathing and after almost a minute I touched her face to make sure that there wasn't anything wrong.

When I did she took in a deep breath and slowly opened her eyes and when she saw my face it lit up with a smile that amazed me. Every time she smiled at me I thought it couldn't possibly get any better but there didn't seem to be any end to the brightness inside of her.

I hadn't expected my experience with Brooklyn to be like that at all. I was so afraid of my past and my desires that I thought I had to be a completely different person in order for her to want to have anything to do with me. I still wanted to be in control. I still wanted to bend her and dominate her but I was starting to realize that there was no one way to control. A look could be just as commanding as a fist or just as acquiescing as a word.

The look in her eyes told me everything I had wanted to hear for so long. That she wanted to please me. And once our bodies came together and I could see how every touch of mine affected her, I was overwhelmed with all the other sensations that I had been missing from every other girl I had ever fucked in my life.

Everything was different with Brooklyn.