"Why are you doing this to me? Please let me go!" he begged, and that was when I got an inkling that I may have misread the situation.
He went through the motions of begging, but his plea lacked conviction. He might as well have been shouting the weather report to someone. While I did lead him here, he seemed to have gotten over his initial terror, and I swear there was a gleam of anticipation in his eyes. My attention was pulled to the gleaming gems in the watch that adorned his wrists, and although I was not a jewelry appraiser, I knew real diamonds when I saw them. I was wrong, but it did not matter now that he was tied to my bathtub.
Get in, I gestured inside the tub, ignoring his inquiry, and he made a show of resistance, but got in without any further prompting. His weakness had evolved to a show for my benefit, judging from the way his biceps rippled as he tried his best to get into the tub despite the restraints. My position in this interaction as the soon-to-be attacker left very little room for me to judge anyone else, but I couldn't help but narrow my eyes at the way he ensured that the cuffs around his wrists remained intact. There were barely any pressure marks around his wrists, which meant he wasn't straining against them as any other person would. He was taking the fun out of the experience for me by being a willing prey, but my thoughts scattered when his movement lifted his shirt, revealing the eight-pack I had been salivating over since meeting him.
As soon as he was fully in the tub, I aimed my detachable shower head at him and blasted him a stream of cold water, throwing him off his game as he began spluttering and actually trying to get away from me. I followed him, letting the freezing water soak him completely before turning the water off. I grabbed a pair of scissors from the drawers and ripped into the fabric of his shirt from top to bottom before pulling the pieces from his now shivering frame. The dim lighting at the club did not showcase his true magnificence. The harsh bathroom light cast light and shadows across the expanse of his body, bringing his body to life. At that point, all I was thinking about was running my tongue across every inch of his skin.
When my wondering gaze finally looked back to his eyes, there was an unmistakable smirk on his face, which he tried to hide, but not before I saw it. He tried his best to seem scared, but only his face crumpled; his dark eyes seemed to darken under the bright lights, making my body buzz with anticipation. He seemed a bigger challenge than anyone I had encountered before, but I was sure I could rise to the challenge.
"How much do I need to pay you to make all this consensual?" I asked, although now that I have had a proper look at you and your possessions, something tells me you are not in desperate need of money.
"Give me ultimate pleasure, and I will forget the numerous crimes you have committed, and if you fail, no one can save you from me," he replied, his deep, smooth voice dropping its false high pitch.
"Who are you?" I asked his threats, failing to raise the fear he intended, because if the law got involved, then he tried to harm me first, and my car dash cam was always recording.
"Shouldn't you have asked first before kidnapping me and chaining me to your bathroom?" he said, lifting his wrists so that his cuffs with the extending chain were visible.
"Normally, I would, but you would be surprised at how many men have tried to take advantage of me first, just like you did. I have somebody doctoring my black box footage to show just the events that led you to me. If you do go to court, you would have to first admit to committing a crime."
I watched him discreetly flex as he tested the strength of the chain and the cuffs. The ones Meghan used were sex toys; they were merely for show, and something told me he knew that, given how he once again relaxed. He could easily break out of these chains, but the ones I had in my black room were a lot stronger. I needed to get him to my room before he decided he had had enough. I could hold my own against any man, but the way he remained calm after the initial panic had me questioning his entire existence, and I was not one to ignore my gut feelings.
"Stand up!" I commanded, and he eagerly got to his feet, all pretense long gone.
Setting the scissors down, I unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans, and let them fall to his feet. Even with his underwear on, I could tell that he was big, and I may have stared and gulped as my imagination began running wild at all the delicious torture I would be getting tonight. If he did not want money. I took a step back and opened up the hose once again, rinsing him down. I pulled down his underwear, and his rock-hard member sprang to attention, pulsing despite his still shivering body. I threw his clothes aside, letting warm water fill up the tub. He gave no reaction thanks to his freezing skin, but he would soon feel the heat. It had set the temperature at my level, which I had been informed many times was the last line separating tolerable and scalding.
I poured in some body wash, a bath bomb, and some disinfectant. He let me scrub his skin, not that I asked, but I was acutely aware that he could free himself at any moment. I was so engrossed in my perversion and the rewarding fear I was experiencing that I failed to notice someone had made their way into my mansion and was currently rocking my walls with my name.
"Leonida, I know you are here. Come out before I get to you!" Sad to say that a chill of actual fear ran down my spine as I recognized the voice, which sounded like it was a few feet away from the door.
"Leonida, if I find you on my own, I will make it worse." He called out again, closer this time. I did not have time to release him, so I hid behind the door and waited, heart pounding with a twisted version of terror that was intermingled with anticipation as my arch nemesis brought himself to my castle. It had been five glorious years since I last heard his grating voice, and he still somehow managed to raise all my alarms.
He pushed the door open and let it swing to the side, revealing the still-bound Charles, who was still calm despite the new development. I made a mental note to investigate his true identity once the matter at hand was resolved. I peeked from my position behind the door and caught a glint from a knife before quickly withdrawing. I grabbed the towel next to me, careful not to make a sound gave myself a second to breathe before lunging at the knife using the towel. The second it touched the knife, I closed the loop, twisted the towel, causing it to clatter to the floor out of his reach. The more pressing matter was the fact that my arch nemesis, also known as my ex-husband, Tomas, never travelled alone. Wringing the knife from his hand had pulled him further into the bathroom, so I slammed the door shut and, for the first time in half a decade, I came face to face with my biggest regret and worst nightmare.