Enslaved

Zara had finally succumbed to temptation, and taken Keith's letter out, fortifying herself with a stiff drink, as she read it.

He had gone to prison for his part in manipulating and abusing her, she knew, but in his letter, written long before his trial, he had abjectly apologised for what he had done, begging her forgiveness, and wishing he could turn back time, hoping for another chance.

She cried. She had really thought that Keith was the one for her, that they had a connection that was rare - something to be cherished. But despite his apologies, which she believed to be sincere, she could never trust him again. He had played with her feelings, her business, her body ...... he had not just killed her trust in him, but she could never imagine herself trusting another man. Never.

The weeks passed, and slowly she began to heal, her emotions no longer as raw as they had been, but nothing prepared her for the shock she got when there was a knock on her hotel room door.

"G.... George???! What the fuck are you doing here??"
 
"G.... George???! What the fuck are you doing here??"

George stood in the corner about as timid as he could be. He said, "I ... I think you should know... Kieth is in prison. He is serving a year for what he did. Nathan and I someone didn't get jail at all."

She looked at him confused and he said, "I think Nathan did his magic and had his lawyers keep him and me out at the sacrifice of Kieth."

He watched her a moment and then stepped towards her and said, "I wanted you to know... Kieth loves you. Really truly loves you. I know you feel betrayed and have every right to be... but... he needs you. He is in a pretty rough place right now and I... well... I don't think he is going to make it if he has nothing waiting for him when he gets out."

George watched her head turn away. He said, "You are an amazing woman and didn't deserve what happened. I... I just thought you should know.."

He turned to leave... and as he reached the door... he heard his name whispered....
 
She was reeling with shock. George??? Here?? He was unlike the George she had known before, exuding confidence. This George seemed very unsure of his reception.

Zara struggled to breathe, refusing to allow herself to react to the news that Keith loved her. He had treated her abominably, and she would never forgive him. Never. And yet, despite her thoughts, her heart swelled with joy.

George was leaving, opening the door.

"George! Wait!!!"

Why was she calling him back?? He turned, and stood before her, and she was still asking herself why she was calling him back.

"I.... I don't know. I need time to think. I .... I thought he l...loved me, but I don't think he even knows that that is!"

But even as she spoke, her heart was contradicting her, betraying her, as images of her and Keith together played before her, memories, bittersweet, things she had suppressed all these months she had been in Europe.

"S... stay! Have a drink we me!"

In some part of her mind, Zara wanted a night or two of what George was so good at, to see how she felt then. He had manipulated her, and so had Keith and Nathan, but really, in her mind, Nathan was the the one who had played them all, who had come out of this clusterfuck on top, emotionally unscathed, and financially unhurt. He had avoided jail, and he became the focus of Zara's fury.

Stepping to George, and putting her hand on his chest she whispered to him.

"Stay, come for a drink in the bar, and then come back up here with me, and put yourself at my mercy...... if you're man enough, that is!"

The gauntlet was thrown down, and she waited, her heart hammering, as she wondered what he'd answer.
 
George turned back and looked at her and slowly let a smile grow on his face... the old school smile that she was very familiar with. He said nothing to her initially but let his actions speak for him as he sat down and looked at her. He said, "Challenge accepted."

After a drink, he said, "Have you heard of the Stockholme effect?" He looked towards her and smiled as she nodded.

"A nurse or provider falls in love with the providee, in a nutshell." He sipped his drink once again. He looked to her and let it sink in what it was he was trying to get to. Initially it was just a game, but Keith had fallen in love. He said, "I know you and I have broken the trust and it won't be regained, and you probably feel the same way about Keith."

He looked at her and said, "He is in love with you. And... you are in love with him. It is in your eyes. You can't hide that from me no matter how mad you get with me."
 
Keith was in love with her??

Her heart swelled at the thought, and then her brain kicked in. Keith had manipulated her in the worst way, ruined her business, and been the architect of her downfall... It was nothing short of ludicrous to think that he might love her.

But....... she wanted to believe it. No matter what logic dictated, she desperately squashed it, telling herself that it could be so. Maybe if she believed it enough it would make it so, maybe she could love enough for both of them...... Oh God! Was she really that desperate that she would even contemplate giving Keith another chance????!!! She'd kick her own ass if she could, maybe it'd knock a little sense into her!

Determinedly she forced it out of her mind, and concentrated on the man before her.... the big, strong, well built hunk of honed muscle that had just placed himself at her disposal, and for the first time since she had laid eyes on him, Zara smiled.

"I have plans for you!!"

With that she knocked back the last of her drink, and hopped off her bar stool, standing between his knees. She ran her hand up his thighs, squeezing them before she barely grazed the bulge at the juncture of his strong legs with the back of her fingers, and looked up at him.

"Scared???"
 
"With you... always." George said calmly as he gave a slight grin when she squeezed his leg. He said, "I have a car right over there if you want to leave now... but I will be honest, I didn't come here for me ... but for..."

He felt her put her hand on his mouth and that was all he needed to know. He fell silent and then looked up at her and said, "Be gentle..."

She grinned, took his hand and headed to the limo. Once they both slipped into it, he looked at her and said, "where to?"

He smiled as she crawled up to the front, giving him a nice hard view of her thong under her short skirt and whisper something to the driver. The man glanced at George and he said, "Go ahead..."

The driver shrugged and then slowly dropped the car into drive and slipped out of the drive. George said, "So... what exactly do you want to do... with me that is?"
 
"So... what exactly do you want to do... with me that is?"

That, was the sixty four million dollar question!! What did she want to do?? She was in uncharted territories here, so she remained silent. She had told the driver to take them to her hotel. The car stopped outside and she and George got out. She took him by the hand and crossed the lobby, heading for the bank of elevators.

As soon as the doors shut, she tugged off his tie, and wound it around as a makeshift blindfold, and then followed suit with his belt, using it to fasten his hands behind his back.

The doors opened, and a couple standing, waiting for the lift gasped in shock at seeing such a big, strong man restrained and blindfolded.

She grinned at them, covering her own embarrassment.

"Its okay, he's into this!!"

With that, she prodded him in the back, directing him toward her room.

"Hmm, I think I'll strip you off here in the hall, before I allow you in!"

She was just teasing, but the expression on his face was worth it.

They entered the room, and she fumbled with the button and zip of his pants, quickly removing them, his boxers, his socks and shoes. Then she released his hands, and removed his shirt, leaving him naked. She sat back on the bed, and looked him over, head to toe.

"Okay, you can start by wrapping your hand around that big hard tool of yours, and start pumping"

She picked up her iphone, and began snapping pictures, as she settled back on the bed, watching him closely.
 
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