Dark Demands 02: Made to Submit (6 page)

“Matthew,” she whimpered while trying to deal wi
th the urgent sudden pain of having him behave like this
. “Don’t do this to me, you can’t
just
leave me like this, please Matthew,
” she groaned.   This was agonising
and unexpected and added an entirely new dimension to their
intimacy
.  What was he trying to do to her
now
?  

“No more, not yet” he said clasping her tight and
finally making up his mind.
  “
Like I said, p
erhaps later on the plane,” he tilted up her chin and looked into her hazy, pleasure hungry eyes.  “See how harshly I can punish you if you’re disobedient,” he murmured softly in her ear.  Gina blinked and looked into his smouldering
eyes.  He meant it and whimpering softly
she realised
that if she had been disobedient then
she’d have preferred a
spanking
to this
!

“Very effective, isn’t it,” he smiled seeing her puzzled look.  “You see, Gina I can control both your pleasure and your pain,” he told
her as he unfastened her hands.
  “So it’s up to you, behave yourself
, do exactly as I tell you
and
I’ll reward you with all the
sexual pleasure
you can handle
but annoy me and I’ll leave you a frustrated wreck.”

Control’, Gina reminded herself as she got her wits back, this man was all about control.   S
o
all sexual pleasure at his hand would have to be earned. 
Should she even be considering
getting into any sort of relationship with Matthew Dark?  Or was she just too vulnerable and he just too dangerous?  

“Take
a shower,” he ordered mild amusement twinkling in his dark eyes
as he realised the extent of her frustration.
  Then he refastened his
robe and added.  “And don’t linger our plane leaves in three hours.”

Gina shook herself, what was she doing?  No what had she done? 
He might be
the most gorgeous man she ever met,
and
she
might
fanc
y
him like mad but that didn’t give him the right to do what he’d just done to her. 
But what had he done to her
?  She asked herself. 
Apart from what you wanted him to do
, she prompted herself
. 

“You’re a beast,
Matthew
Dark,” she m
anaged to seethe at him finally.  B
ut the sight of his gorgeous body
and the
fresh
memories of how he’d just touched her
had
her insides melt
ing
and quiver
ing
again as he just stared down at her.   “
I
don’t understand, I don’t understand you at all,” she wailed.  She needed him – she needed
him
to finish what he’d started.

Ma
tthew looked
down at her naked torso
and
forcing
her legs apart saw the evidence of her
previous
orgasm still wet on
her thighs
and covering the silk bed cover too.

“You’re a greedy girl.
It’s obvious from the state of your lovely thighs and that delightful triangle between them that you’ve climaxed once already - but still you want more,” he told her running his fingers over her sex and leaving a trail of burning desire behind them.   Then
he smiled and smacked her thigh lightly.  “Only when I decide,” he added
pleased that he’d had this effect on her
.

More
blushing reddened
her cheeks, how come he had
to embarrass her like this and how come he had
no qualms at all about doing these things to her? 

Obviously he didn’t give a hoot for her finer feelings and had no idea that there were things a girl liked to keep to herself?  And the fact that she’d just experienced the best orgasm ever with him, was one of them.

“Shower and then find something else to wear from your case,” he instructed picking up her ripped skirt and tossing it aside without so much as a sorry or an explanation for his behaviour.

“So that’s all you can say?  No apology for your outrageous actions or for what you did to me?”  She ranted at him completely unfazed by the fact she was naked except for the open silk, tie blouse flowing around her breasts and the now ripped hold up stockings.  “And yet you still intend to drag me away with you as your captive?  And I suppose now you think you can do what you want, when you want and in any way you think fit!”

“I think you’ve got it about right there, Gina,” he nodded and grinned.

Gina felt a rush of anger and meeting his gaze was just about to lash out further at him but he simply smirked and turned to his wardrobe selecting clothes to wear for the journey. 

“You’re not dressed for conflict, Gina,” he taunted her turning and nodding at her body.  “So I’d give it up and take that shower if I was you.”

Gina blushed, she’d forgotten, she was practically naked.  Her panties lay in tatters on the floor where he’d thrown them and dipping down she hastily grabbed hold and held the
small piece of
fabric in front of her.  At that moment Gina wished with all her heart that she’d never heard of
Matthew
Dark.

Moments later she let her body relax under the soft warm spray of the water and ran her fingers through her hair to rinse out the masculine smelling shampoo she’d just used.  Gina knew she had no choice but to go with him.  Even with all her resourcefulness she couldn’t think of anyway out, not with so little time left.   He
’d
been one step ahead of her all day, she knew that now.  And all because of that damn film he had of her.

Wrapping herself in a large fluffy bath towel Gina padded back out into the bedroom and rummaged through her case for some fresh clothes.  She helped herself to a different set of underwear and a sleeveless button through dress that had a pencil skirt.  She’d also wear a jacket and her heels.

Apparently
Matthew
had a
Personal Assistant, or a man servant
, or whatever
someone
who seemed to run after you hand and foot, drove you around and generally did your bidd
ing was called these days.  His
name, Gina learned, as he arrived and
Matthew
introduced him, was Conrad‘
’. He didn’t deem it important to explain if Conrad was a first or surname and once introduced set him to taking the cases out to the car.

“Conrad will be joining us from today and he will be with us for the next couple of weeks in
Italy
.  On the occasions I have to attend to business he will take care of you.  You can trust him.

So that was where they were going,
Italy
.  And Conrad, very reassuring, Gina thought, another captor to be considered and to try to outwit should the occasion present itself. 

Conrad drove them and their luggage in a large, sleek limousine to the airport.  He saw to all the formalities while
Matthew
took Gina to the luxury of the Concorde lounge to wait. 

“Drink,” he offered.  “I thought we’d eat on the plane but perhaps you’d like some refreshment now.”

“I’ll have a gin and tonic, please,” she told him.  “After my afternoon with you I could do with a stiff drink.”

Matthew
smiled and ordered the same for them both then steered her to a table with the waiter following behind with their drinks.  She sipped and stirred the ice around the glass all the time her big, blue eyes
fixed on Matthew.  He was the most gorgeous man she’d ever met and in a quite different scenario she knew that she could
easily
fall in love with him.  But given that they weren’t living in a fairytale and
given
the reality of Matthew’s needs that was impossible.

“What’s your connection with
Italy
,” she asked sipping on the icy drink?

“I have a house there, at
Portofino
.  My sister and my step mother live very close by.  So I suppose I’ve come to see it as home, more so than anywhere else
anyway
,” he smiled.

Heavens, he had a sister and a step mother.  That little snippet of knowledge opened up a whole new barrage of questions she’d like to ask him but for now they’d have to wait. 

“Do you go there often, and do you usually take your women there?”

“My women,” he laughed.  “Well no, I have to admit apart from one notable exception you’re the first woman I’ve taken home, Gina.”

J
ust who was the ‘notable exception’ he’d referred to
Gina wondered
?  Possi
bly Lisa, his alleged wife, she
decided
with a heavy heart
.  She should probably ask him about her but she was too scared of
the answer she’d get
.

“Finish your drink,” he instructed.  “
That’s our call,” he said listening to the
latest
announcement.

Gina picked up the glass and tossed the contents down her throat
.  This was it she was actually going through with it – she was going with him.  All sorts of turmoil
spun
inside her head.  Should she be doing this for example?  A little voice told her a most emphatic no but her body had other idea
s
. 
Why couldn’t she just say no to him and be done?  Because every time he came near her she became a quivering, needy lump of putty in his hands to be moulded any way he chose, that was why, she reminded herself.

Having never travelled first class before Gina thought it a dream.  There was no way she could afford to travel in such style on her own but this was Matthew’s life she was in now, and Matthew was very wealthy. 

And they appeared to have their own very flight attendant.  She was so attentive fussing around Matthew like a mother hen.  First she brought champagne and then she took their food order.  He advised the fillet steak and a selection of vegetables.  The last thing Gina wanted right now was food, but she nodded at his suggestions and settled back, closing her eyes and trying to make sense of what was happening to her.  

That could be summed up in two words –or rather one name – Matthew Dark.  For the last couple of days she’d been on a roller coaster ride of events that had left her changed for ever.  Matthew had done that.  He’d awakened something in her – something she’d never even suspected existed.  And what next, what would Matthew do with her once they got to his home in
Italy
?  He had virtually kidnapped her, she reminded herself – and his reasons for doing so were purely selfish. 

Gina re-ran the events of the afternoon in her head.  Particularly the time spent in his bed – despite being tied to it, that had been glorious.  Perhaps, given how he was, she should worry about her safety but then he’d said he wouldn’t hurt her.  But what about the spanking – if that wasn’t hurting her then what was?  It had certainly been painful, she reminded herself wincing?   He’d spanked her backside like she was a naughty child!  She winced again as she recalled the feel of his fingers and how he’d pinched and slapped her and then the final proof of how his control could hurt he’d denied her the pleasure of climaxing.   

He had no qualms about using her body as he thought fit and purely for his pleasure and not hers.  He’d made that quite clear and he didn’t do emotion, or so he said, so just what was she to expect from this little interlude in her life?  The sad truth was a big fat nothing. 

But Matthew must have done emotion once – he’d been in love and got married, if Charlie Spence was to be believed.  That was if Charlie had told her the truth?  But then he must have done because Kyle Hastings had said as much too.