A Captive's Submission (2 page)

They reached a large, metal security door at the end of the hall and Drew entered a series of numbers into the keypad on the wall. She heard the locks release from the door and then heard the smooth air sound of the pneumatic pumps that opened the door.
 

On the other side of the door was another world. The dull, dark prison-like setting was gone. Veronica felt the smoothness of ceramic tile under her feet and could smell the salty sea air. An older woman stood up from a desk.
 
She wore a bright white knee length skirt and a buttoned down white cotton shirt. Her clothing were crisply starched and not a hair of her tightly pulled, silver-haired bun was out of place. She smiled at Veronica then looked at Drew.
 

"He wants to see her." Drew said before dropping the chain onto the ground then looking at Veronica. "You'll be back, I'm sure of it." He said to Veronica before he retreated to the prison side.
 

Once the metal door closed, the woman stepped closer to Veronica and removed the chain and collar from her neck. Veronica rubbed her neck as she eyed the woman suspiciously.
 

"I am Stefania. I'll be assisting you while you are in this wing. Please follow me and I'll get you a change of clothing before you meet Stavros."

She followed Stefania into a small dressing room and Stefania handed her a white jumpsuit with a zipper up the front. She quickly put it on, it was formfitting like a cat suit and she felt uncomfortable wearing something so revealing, but she was glad to have something other than the hospital gown to wear.
 

"What is going on?" Veronica whispered although she wasn't sure why.

"I cannot tell you but you will learn soon enough. Stavros will explain it to you and then you will have a decision to make."

"A decision?"

Stefania only nodded then led her into a sitting room.
 

"Make yourself comfortable. Stavros will be in momentarily." Stefania left, closing the door behind her.
 

Veronica looked around. It was a large room with a glass wall that looked out at the beach. She once again wondered where she was. The room had several plush, oversized chairs in a dark blue color that matched the ocean outside.
 

At the opposite end of the room there was a bar with trays of fresh fruit, salads, sandwiches and pitchers of juice and ice water. Veronica walked over to it and felt her stomach suddenly twist with hunger. She grabbed a plate and loaded it up with food while she stuffed her face. As she turned to sit with her plate she heard a deep chuckle and dropped her plate.
 

"Has my staff treated you so poorly that you've lost your manners?" It was the same male voice with the accent that she heard over the speakers in her cell. Somehow this man had entered the room without her noticing.
 

He was seated on one of the plush chairs, closest to the center of the room. He had dark, wavy hair that reached his chin.
 
His smile was sexy and mysterious and the white of his teeth contrasted with his olive completion. His black eyes looked at her playfully but she could see danger behind them. Even though he was seated, wearing a pair of loose tan colored pants and a white button down shirt of raw silk, she could tell he was tall and muscular.

"I'm sorry. I was just so hungry. I don't know the last time I ate. I don't even know what day it is." She bent down to pick up the food she dropped.
 

"Tuesday. You've been here three days. Drew believes starvation will make people more agreeable. I believe it turns them into animals." He sneered. "Don't worry about the mess, I have people to take care of that. Just please eat and once you're ready we will talk."

She stared at him as he spoke. There was something so magnetic about him she had a hard time taking her eyes off him. Her stomach growled again so she grabbed another plate and put food on it. This time being more careful. She didn't want him thinking she was an animal. She sat in the seat across from him, next to a small table where she set her food down.
 

He smiled and nodded his head.
 

"Yes, that's much better."

She felt color rush to her cheeks. She didn't know why it mattered so much that she pleased him. She didn't even know him.
 

"I am sure you know I am Stavros Theoharis." He waited for her to react.
 

She recognized the name. It only took her a moment to realize why his name was familiar and she nodded to him. Stavros Theoharis was the heir to the Theoharis fortune and a notorious playboy. Theoharis Industries was a huge conglomerate and had recently taken steps to expand further. There were rumors the Theoharis family, and the business itself, could trace their roots as far back as the Acropolis. The recent death of his father Khristos, meant that Stavros was wealthy beyond imagination, the richest man in the world. To call him a billionaire wouldn't be enough.
 

"I find it fascinating you didn't recognize me at first. I am very popular with the ladies..." His voice trailed off as he studied her. "Which is why you are here."

He shifted in his seat and crossed his legs so his ankle rested on the knee of his other leg. He then relaxed back into the chair and stroked his chin before continuing to speak.
 

"As I'm sure you know, my father's passing leaves the Theoharis fortune to me. While I have always been involved with the business, I didn't have the responsibilities I do now. I can no longer take the risks I once did before with the women in my life. I need to protect myself. At the same time, I have needs."

He stood up and walked to the bar where he fixed himself a drink. He moved with a grace she had never seen in a man before and it excited a different hunger in her than what she felt earlier. She watched as the silk of his shirt moved with his body and clung to his muscles. She felt herself get wet just from watching him move.
 

"Do you know what it's like to have an addiction, Veronica? To desire something so bad that it consumes your thoughts? That without satisfying that urge you become...an animal?"

She nodded as she thought of how hungry she was before.
 

"I have a sexual addiction. I need sex. I cannot function without it. Because of my new role in the company, I've had to live a lower profile life than before and be careful about who I let into my life. Even who I fuck. That is why you are here."

"Excuse me?!" She couldn't believe her ears.
 

"I will explain." He sighed as if he was annoyed she didn't understand.
 

He walked over to where she was seated and sat on the arm of her chair with one foot on the seat beside her, his other foot on the floor. He took her hand and she was shocked by how small her hand looked in his and by how warm his touch was.
 

"I need a woman who will satisfy my every need, all my wants and desires. One who will do exactly as I say." His voice was very passionate all of a sudden. "There are plenty of women willing to do this for me but they leave me unsure of their motivation. I know your motivation. I know why you are here, therefore I can trust you."

He moved her hand to his chest and held it there while his other hand cupped her cheek. She could feel the strong thump of his heart and the outline of his muscular chest through his shirt.
 

"After my father's death I moved to this island, Saint Sebastian, my private island. You will live here with me. You will travel with me. You will be wherever I need you to be and willing to do what I demand, when I demand it. In exchange you will be given your own suite of rooms, an allowance and a bodyguard to travel with you, plus whatever your little heart desires."

"Wait. Let me make sure I understand you right. You're asking me to be your sex slave?" She was sure he couldn't be serious despite the sober look on his face.
 

"Sex slave." He scoffed.
 
"Such a pedestrian term. I am offering you a new life of wealth, of riches unimaginable. You have a choice. You can say no."

"And what happens if I say no?" She asked.
 

"If you say no you will return to your cell where you will be at Drew's mercy. He will handle things from there and you would likely change your mind afterwards, but I can be fickle and don't like to be told no so this is a one time offer. If you say yes then this will be your new home."
 

He leaned in closer to her, his lips so close to hers she could feel his warm breath on her skin. It gave her shivers and goosebumps in a good way, which made her angry.
How could her body want him when he was the reason she was kidnapped?!
He tilted his head and she gulped the air in anticipation of his kiss.
 

"You can give me your answer later. First I must make sure we're compatible." He whispered before his lips met hers.
 

The warmth of his lips sent a shockwave through her body. She really wanted to hate him. She thought he was egotistical...but gorgeous. She felt her anger melt further away when his tongue entered her mouth.
 

He slowly moved his tongue around hers. His lips were forceful but soft. She moved her hand up into his hair and felt how soft and silky it was. He slowly pulled back, staring into her eyes and she knew she couldn't help but do whatever he wanted.
 

His hand moved to the zipper of her jumpsuit and lowered it until her breasts spilled out. She immediately moved her hands up to cover them, her head dropped down out of shyness.
 

"No, let me see."

She felt exposed and uncomfortable but she listened and lowered her hands, unveiling her voluptuous, round breasts.
 

"Beautiful."
 

He reached for one of her breasts and cupped it firmly in his large hand. She gasped at his touch and felt herself get wetter. He slid his thumb over her slightly erect pink nipple and watched as it hardened more and smiled.
 

"Very nice. Now undress."

"But–"

"No! I said undress. You will do as I say or you will be punished."

She stood up and felt self conscious. She hadn't been with many men but the ones she had been with had always been in the dark. She wanted to say no to Stavros but she couldn't deny that his forceful words and touch turned her on. She wanted him badly.
 

She unzipped the jumpsuit to her hips and slipped her arms out of the sleeves. Stavros moved from his position on the arm, to sitting in the chair and watched her. She lowered the zipper the rest of the way and stepped out of the jumpsuit but held it to her, trying to cover herself. He gave her a stern look and she immediately dropped it.
 

"You have nothing to be shy about Veronica. You're a very beautiful, sexy woman. Now come closer to me."

She felt her cheeks burning. She'd been called beautiful before but never believed it. For some reason standing there exposed in front of this arrogant man who could have whoever he wanted, she believed him. Her breathing was coming a little faster from excitement and as she moved closer to him she wondered if he could tell how turned on she was.

He leaned forward and slid his hand over the curve of her hip then over her stomach and down over her trimmed sex. She bit her bottom lip with anticipation and without thinking spread her legs hoping he would touch her more.
 

As if reading her mind he moved his fingers down and circled her wet entrance. His eyes were fixated on hers and she couldn't look away. He slid one of his fingers into her pussy and her breath caught in her throat. He slowly moved it out of her before thrusting it back in quickly, making her moan.
 

"You're very wet." He whispered then slid another finger inside her.
 

He began thrusting his fingers quicker into her pussy while she stood in front of him. Her hips rocked with his thrusts, forcing his fingers in deeper. He moved his free hand to clutch her ass, supporting her, his eyes never leaving her face.
 

"I want you to come Veronica."

She nodded as she panted, her breath ragged, but didn't know how she was going to do that on command. She knew she was close. The pressure inside her was intense and she felt a tingling sensation at the base of her neck which she always got before she came. She moaned loudly as his fingers fucked her faster then felt him move his hot, wet fingers to her clit and pinch it.