Entranced (The Alpha Stranger) Book 3 (2 page)

“Yeah,” I say with a giggle as I hop into the jacuzzi.

“Well, it’s just one of my estates in the city so you don’t know everything about it.”

“Just one?! How many do you have?!”

“Five.”

“Wow.”

“I live in three estates full-time. The other two are investment properties. The city is so expansive that I can’t imagine just having one residence in the area.”

“Well, most people find a way to cope with one residence.”

The handsome stranger laughs as he playfully pushes my head under the jacuzzi water.

I pop my head back up and splash water in his face. All of a sudden, we are wrestling and playing around again. My anonymous lover grabs me from behind and pins me up against the edge of the jacuzzi. He bends me over and begins to fuck me again.

“I know how to keep you in line!” my lover says as he starts fucking me in the jacuzzi. All I can say is that I’m going to have a lot of fun being his “prisoner.” That dick feels so good along with the nice warm water. Best of all, I get a nice view of the moonlight hitting the Pacific Ocean. Getting fucked from behind doesn’t get much better than this!

After a nice little jacuzzi fuck, we settle back into bed. My lover looks at the clock. It’s one in the morning. He spoons up next to me and says, “Now, I’ve got to get some sleep and be back at work in a few hours. You be a good girl and don’t disturb me.” With that, I get a nice little kiss on the back of my neck. I have to confess that I don’t have much experience actually “sleeping over” with a guy. Having a nice pair of strong arms around me is about the best way a girl could get to sleep. It doesn’t take me long to head off into dreamland.

***

I wake up with the sun hitting my face. I focus my eyes on the wall of windows in front of me. There, in full view, is the Pacific Ocean in all of its glory. I hop out of bed and walk out onto the balcony. I just stare at the ocean as the cool breeze hits my body. Then I walk over to the low glass wall on the balcony. I look over the edge and see a fifty foot sheer drop. Yes, we are definitely in the hills of Malibu with a nice unobstructed view of the ocean. I just stand there and enjoy the view for a while. Then I look at the sun, which is pretty high up in the sky. Damn, I must have been asleep for a long time. And my anonymous lover has long left for work. So here I am all alone in this mansion. I turn around and walk back into the bedroom. On the nightstand dresser is a little note addressed to me. I pick up the note and open it.

I will be back at around 6PM. Don’t snoop around and peek into my stuff. If you do, I will find out.

Alright, so it looks like my anonymous lover still wants to control me even when he is out of the house. Trust me, I have learned my lesson. I don’t want to fuck this up. I’ll just hang and wait for my lover to come home. I’m sure I won’t get too bored around here. After all, I am inside of a mansion. There should be some things to do. First off, I should check my messages.

I pull my iPhone from my jeans and check my voicemail. Uh oh. It looks like I have a bunch of unheard messages. And they are all from my producer Jonathan Ellis. I had not even bothered checking the messages. I should just call him right now.

“Hello Jonathan.”

“Carrie?! I’ve been trying to reach you for the past twelve hours. I’ve heard back from several record companies. They all want to sign you. You really should meet with them as soon as possible.”

“Really?!” I say as I jump up and down. I know my songs have gone viral on Youtube but I seriously didn’t think there would be any real record company interest. My heart begins to race with anticipation of meeting real industry people. Damn, I wish I had my keyboard with me. I’m going to have to beg my lover to swing by apartment when he gets back from work.

“Where are you?” Jonathan asks me.

“Well, um, I’m not really sure.”

“What do you mean, you’re not really sure?”


“I know I am in Malibu.”

“Where? I can come pick you up if you need a ride.”

“That would be kinda hard. I’m not sure where I am in Malibu.”

“Is everything okay?” the concerned music producer asks.

“Yeah. It’s just really hard to explain. Trust me, I will be at the Arrow Bar tonight. Tell the record execs to meet me over there. I’ll do a little show and they could offer me a deal afterwards.

“Ah! A showcase. That is very brilliant, Carrie. That should bump up the terms of the deal.”

I’m not even sure what Jonathan means by that. All I know is that it would be really hard for me to find out where I am. And even if I knew my location, I don’t want to aggravate my anonymous lover by having my producer come up to the mansion. “Just let the record company folks know that I will be starting my show at 10:00.”

“Great. I’m looking forward to it. Have a great day. Wherever you are!” Jonathan says as we hang up.

I look at my iPhone. More specifically, I look at the app buttons on my iPhone. Then it hits me. The map feature on the iPhone can instantly pinpoint my location using GPS. Ha. Now, this is an easy way to find out my location without my anonymous lover finding out. I tap open the map application and check for my current location. A map of Malibu appears. My current location is pinpointed about a quarter mile up from Broad Beach, right next to the Santa Monica Mountains National Recreation Area.

I put on a robe and walk out of the master bedroom. This is the first time I am seeing my anonymous lover’s house. The first thing that strikes me is that the house is very white with lots of glass. It feels like a contemporary fortress up here in the hills of Malibu. I look out of the window and find majestic sights of ocean and mountains. If I lived in this mansion, I would never leave! I walk down a hallway and find the elevator that took myself and my anonymous lover up to the fourth level of the mansion.

The elevator is more like a glass tube. The entire casing of the elevator is made out of glass, which allows the passenger to not be deprived of the view of the home. I get inside and ride down to the three level. When I get off I find myself in my lover’s office and library. The walls are packed with book shelves, modern paintings and ancient maps. Some of the paintings look very familiar to me. I can tell right away that some of these artworks belong to Picasso. There are also a couple of other paintings that appear to be very famous. However, the one thing that dominates this office area is a massive ancient looking map of Europe.

I walk up to the map and examine it. It looks to be ten feet by ten feet. This piece looks like it was probably looted out of a castle. Impressive. I walk back into the elevator and go down to the second level. I walk out and find myself in a balcony area overlooking the first level of the mansion. I find lots of cool seating areas that allow a great view of the ocean and the mountains. I walk up to a set of aluminum double doors. I slowly open them. Then I peek my head inside and find a cool looking twenty seat movie theater. Boy, this guy knows how to live.

I turn around and find a grand staircase with steps made of frosted glass. I walk down the stairs and find myself down on the first level. This mansion is just too cool for words. I walk around and find the awesome kitchen area with an ocean view. I open the fridge and help myself to a bottle of Lemon Ice Tea. Then I walk over to the enormous backyard. As I walk outside, I get a good sense of the land surrounding the house. It appears that my anonymous lover lives on about five acres of mostly flat land in the mountains. The grass is lush enough to make me ignore the nearby recliners. I sit on the ground and watch the tranquil cool waters of the Pacific while enjoying my lemon ice tea.

After a few minutes, my eyes close. I just listen to the ocean air rushing past my ears. Living in Culver City, I am used to hearing nearby traffic, fighting hobos, car alarms, barking dogs and LAPD helicopters. None of those sonic intrusions seem to exist out here. Wow. I haven’t been in this mansion for more than 12 hours and I’m already starting to feel spoiled!

As I meditate on the bliss that is this little slice of heaven, I begin to hear my phone. I open my eyes and look down at the right side pocket of my robe. I reach down and pull out my phone.

Who could that be?! I answer the call.

“Hello?”



“So how are you enjoying that bottle of Iced Tea?” my anonymous lover says.

What the hell?! How does he see me. I begin to look around the lawn. I look back at the four level mansion. “How did you know?” I say in my most vulnerable and squeaky voice.

“I can see everything. I can see you sitting out there in that little robe staring at the sea. Nice view isn’t it.”

Now I am really beginning to freak out. But the last thing I need to do is show my anonymous lover that I am about to lose it. “It is a wonderful view. Thank you for letting me stay here.”

“I have over one hundred live video feeds of my house coming into my office. It’s kind of fun watching you roam around my Malibu estate in that little silk robe. Just make sure you don’t try and snoop that cute little nose of yours where it doesn’t belong.”

“I would not think of doing that.”

“Of course. You are a good little girl.”

“I am a good little girl,” I say nervously.

“Well, if you are a good little girl, let’s see how well you can follow my direction. Stand up,” he orders. I nervously get up onto my feet.

“Turn around,” my anonymous lover says. “Now open your robe so I can see those cute, perky breasts.”

I smile. “Yes sir,” I say as I open the top of my robe. I don’t know where the camera is located. But I start playing with my nipples in hopes that my anonymous lover with enjoy the show.



“Oh, I love that,” he says. “Now I want you to turn around.”

I turn around.

“Lift up the back of that robe,” my anonymous lover orders. I slowly raise the back of the silk robe until my ass is exposed. “Nice. Now bend over slightly and spank your cute little ass,” he says.

“Like this?” I say as I slap my own backside. My anonymous lover doesn’t respond. Instead, he begins to breathe heavily. I have a feeling he has his “hands full.” I bend over a little more and continue to abuse my backside. Then I lift my right knee on to one of the chairs and give my anonymous lover a real “million dollar view.”

“Oh you little minx!” he says as he moans slightly. Ha. I think I just finished him off. My anonymous lover exhales deeply and says, “I will be back at 6:00 p.m. And when I get there, your ass is mine.”

“That would be a nice way to start the evening.”

“I’m going to make it very hard for you to sit on that piano stool later on tonight,” my lover threatens.



“Oh, speaking of which, several record companies are interested in signing me!”

“That’s a good girl. I’ll certainly give you a ride down to Santa Monica after I give you a ‘ride’ in the bedroom. Be good,” my anonymous lover says as he hangs up the phone.

Of course, I’ll be good. Like I have a choice since there are like a hundred cameras watching my every move. I turn around and stare at the mansion. After some careful inspection, I am able to detect some of the cameras installed around the outside of the structure. I walk inside and see several small web cameras mounted high up near the ceiling. Instead of being creeped out, I kinda get off on the fact that my lover doesn’t want to take his eyes off of me. Well, I might as well give him something to look at. I drop the robe and proceed to walk naked around the mansion. Heck, I walk naked around the apartment when I know my roommate isn’t there. It’s kind of liberating.

After walking around for a few minutes, I begin to happily accept the fact that I am a naked prisoner in the estate of an unknown man. I like being a “kept girl.” As I walk from room to room, trying to find each of the cameras, I begin to compose a song about being captive in a mansion in Malibu. The words flow out of my head rather quick. I begin to search around for a pen and a pad of paper. I make my way to a library area where I find a set of stationary neatly laid out on a large glass desk. I pick up a pen and grab the pad of paper. On the top of the first page I write the words, “kept girl.” Then I simply begin to transcribe my bizarre, beautiful and unique situation.