His Captive Bride (5 page)

                
I sat with a glass of wine and my legs tucked underneath my long T-shirt, the T-shirt that I slept in when I needed something safe and familiar.

                
“Hell no! I don’t want anything to drink, what I want is for you to stay out of drug infested neighborhoods. Are you trying to get raped, or killed?”

                
“Geez, I just ask if you wanted a drink.” I made the mistake of giggling and he came out of the chair so quickly that I almost doused myself in wine.

“Stop it, Drake! You’re scaring me.”

                    “Stop it Drake, you’re scaring me.” He mocked me, as he ran the pad of his thumb beneath my jaw line. He stared down at my trembling lip and moved in towards it, taking it between his teeth and running his tongue over it. I licked my lip at which point he then took my tongue between his teeth. His hand made its way beneath my t-shirt clamping down on the hardened pebble that cried out for his attention. He squeezed, once again to the point of pain as he began to speak—no growl—into my ear. “What I want to know is what you are doing going out to lunch with ‘Dapper Dan?’”

Once again I giggled. T
he wine had lowered my inhibitions.

His hand clamped down on a handful of hair at the nape of my neck and I winced.

“I am not playing with you girl. Don’t go out with him again!” 

“Stop it Drake, you’re scaring me.”

“Stop it Drake, you’re scaring me.” He mocked once again.

He pulled my head back boring through me with his black eyes before his slipped his tongue into my mouth, claiming what he believed was his. He was scaring
me with his raw and intense taking of my mouth and I liked it. I had never experienced a man who took what he wanted and made no apologies, but Drake was that kind of man.

“Suck my tongue, Mandissa.”

I shaped my mouth in an o and began sucking. I knew that I was playing with fire, but I couldn’t help it. I taunted him, rolling my tongue around it and I began suctioning with more pressure. His groans only spurred me on. Now I was the one with the power. As if reading my mind, he viciously jerked my head back by a handful of hair and spit hissed at me, a non-discernible noise that held a threat of real danger. A feral sound that scared me, yet it excited me.

I don’t know why I said it, but I did. “I’m sorry, I’ll be good,
I promise.”

“Who’s in control
, Mandy?”

“You are.”

“Who’s in control, Mandy?”

I groaned, as I arched my back and my eyes rolled back in my head, “Ahh, you are.”

“I knew that you would get it, I knew that you had ‘it’ in you, the first time that I laid eyes on you.”

Drake

                    The grow
ing need in my pants throbbed and I ached for this woman. I hadn’t felt this kind of chemistry with a woman in a long time. I knew if I didn’t make my way into a cold shower, that I would be making my way into her. Everything in me wanted to jerk her ass down to the end of the bed by her ankles, and put a dent into her.

    
As quickly as his assault on my mouth began, it ended and he made his way into the bathroom.

The last thing that I heard was the shower starting u
p before I drifted off to sleep, but not  before I felt the familiar pool of moisture between my thighs, the moisture that now accompanied me whenever Drake was around.

Drake

               I stood towel drying my hair as I eyed my little victim. I’d be damned if I was going anywhere tonight but in her bed. I checked on the little one and she was fast asleep in a clean bed hugging her doll. She was just what her name implied: ‘Precious.’

I made my way back to bed after checking the doors and windows out of habit. I spooned against the woman that I had so boldly claimed as mine. She was ripe for
the taking—and take her I would, in my timing…

     
   I watch her as she sleeps. She is beautiful in a way that is hard to put into words. I know that I will do
anything
to make her mine and I already have a plan in motion. Let’s just say that I am going to make her an offer that she can’t refuse, I will strike where I know that her heart is. I am a dangerous man, but not only am I dangerous, I am powerful and I will use whatever means necessary to be certain that she does not escape my grasp. Let’s just say that she is as good as mine. I have found her Achilles tendon, her weakness, and I will use it against her in order to obtain that which I covet, what do I covet? Her of course…

            I awaken to Drake being gone and a three year old jumping on my bed. I vaguely hear something about, “Never wanting to leave” and my heart wrenches. How am I going to take this child back and hand her over to a Mother who clearly doesn’t want her?

Damn it!

My mind goes back to my own Mother, just another ‘Rosa’ but her vice was the bottle.

She made it clear from the day of my
birth, until the day of her death, that she did not want me.

At ti
mes like this, I wish that I did know more rich and powerful men like Richard. A light suddenly went off in my head, maybe he knew a lawyer who could help me. I reach for my phone to make a call, but it vibrates and I groan. I looked down to see that it was Drake.

I’m surprised that he didn’t set his own ring tone.
Control freak!

“What Drake?”

“Watch it!”

“What?”
I question, but this time with less force as if I am innocent of his insinuated transgression.

“
Get the kid and go get in the car that is waiting. I already called your boyfriend and told him that you weren’t taping TV today.”

The bastard
isn’t my boyfriend…

“Yes, Oh
great and powerful one, I’m at your beck and call.”

“Good girl,” the voice at the other end of the line swoons.

Hey, since when did he get a driver? Hell, I’ve never seen him in a car, much less with a driver.

      
Precious bounces up and down, as we pull into one of the longest driveways that I have ever seen. “Look Manny, a mansion,” she giggles with glee, as she continues to bounce up and down. She is so adorable that I could just eat her up.

I don’t notice the driver who eyes me
, as if he is trying to get a read on me. If I had noticed him, then I would have known that he picked up on the apprehension that is creeping up on me.

Maybe my wish for making the acquaintance
of a powerful being is coming to pass. If so, then why can’t I shake the churning in my gut? This was a good thing, right?

I picked up my little buddy and followed the driver to the massive double doors. I looked down at Precious and suddenly became aware of her tattered clothing and how dirty ‘the doll’ had become already. I purposed in my heart to take her shopping today and
silently hoped that ‘the powerful stranger’ wouldn’t consider me a terrible baby sitter for bringing a dirty kid into his pristine home.

We were led into a large foyer and I couldn’t help but be impressed with the double staircase that loomed before us.

Who the hell is this? Who the hell has this much money? Nobody that I know.

          
Precious nuzzled into my neck and I knew instinctively that she wasn’t feeling so secure about being in such an intimidating home and to be honest—neither was I.

We were led
up the stairs and ushered into a massive office. A large cherry wood desk loomed before us; with a leather office chair seated behind it. The chair was turned away from us. Whoever was seated there, looked out the large picture frame window.

Drake

                      I took my time turning around. I purposely waited, knowing that it would add to my little victim’s apprehension. When I finally turned around, the look on her face was priceless. Precious leaped from her arms and scrambled into my lap. I gave her a pen and some paper to occupy her, while I soaked up the confused expression on Mandissa’s face.

I live for moments like this, she is so brain scrambled right now. What a delicious mind-fuck
.

“Sit, Mandissa!”

My legs feel like lead, as I make my way over and sit down across from a man that I can never get a read on. If I was confused before, I am totally baffled now.

Who are you and what have you done with my stalker?

“Sign this!”

“I don’t sign anything without my Lawyer,” I screech.

“Sign it Mandissa, it gives you full custody of Precious, until the adoption goes through.”

I grab his pen and scan over it,
signing it before I wake up from my dream that has come true.

He talks
into a speaker and the door opens to reveal a woman who I assume is his Secretary. She barely acknowledges me, as he tells her to, “Put a rush on it.”

Once again he speaks into the speaker and mandates that his driver bring the car around.
He looks at Precious and states, “Come on baby, Daddy Drake is taking you shopping.”

Suddenly the intrusive thought that Drake could be her Daddy rushes into me head.

“It is just a nick-name.” Drake looks up through hooded eyes. Sexy, brooding, hooded, piercing, penetrating, dark eyes.

How does he always know what I’m thinking?

        
Precious squeals with delight and wraps her arms around his neck kissing him. He cuts his eyes at me, as if signifying that this is a package deal. I suddenly find myself regretting that I didn’t take more time with the paperwork. What have I gotten myself into? It is evident that this adoption doesn’t just give me custody; it gives ‘Daddy Drake’ custody too. I tell myself that I don’t care if it will keep Precious safe and to be honest, even with the newfound info, I would sign the papers again. Even though I know that Drake now holds the reigns. He has been given that thing which he covets, control! But now he has control over me and that, I’m not so sure about.