First of all, thanks to anyone who gave me their input on the married man question with the email and my work. As of now, I have not sent him anything, and I have not seen him at work either.
Secondly, my interview with the lovely and talented host Gia went beautifully. I thank you for the opportunity to be on her show. It was entertaining, and I hope to have made a new friend.
Thirdly, I have decided to post some of my work here. Some authors post samples of their writing in their journals. So I figured why not.
Acquisitions
There’s that moment, from time to time, where it seems the clock has stopped ticking. While the rest of the world is still turning, going forward as always, the space you occupy stands still. He stood there, looming over her, and for the first time since that fateful night, Andy felt a peace that she thought didn’t exist anymore. There was no need to be afraid. She knew if he was going to kill her, he would have done it already. Instead he mentioned her passport, and he had brought her here. He still planned on taking her to Japan. She knew her destination. She knew he still needed her. Strangely there was comfort in that fact. He needed her, and he was one of few that would believe her. Why shouldn’t he? Her dubbed highly imaginative tale of misery and woe by the press and friends was all due to him. He was not only the cause but the star of her worst fears and nightmares that had made a home in her mind. Even by the light of day, she lived in fear never knowing if he would return, and if he did, what would he do. As she lay there now, restrained to the bed, she knew the answers to all the questions that had plagued her. In that knowledge, she found her comfort.
He moved to begin to undress her, and she wanted to scream, to fight, and to demand he stop, but Andy knew it would be to no avail. Jim had already proven he was a man who got exactly what he wanted. Instead her eyes followed his, watching him intently. She wondered what must be going through his mind as he released her only long enough to pull the material free from her body. She watched his fingers work to free her only to bind her once more. Jim worked quietly, and yet Andy didn’t need him to speak. She knew what his plans were. Why else would he want her naked?
He revealed himself to her, and for the first time, Andy felt close to him. There was no brute force, no threats, no weapons, just the two of them, bared to each other. She felt like he was showing her who he was. He was aroused. That was clear to see. Her eyes swept over his body before settling on his eyes. Neither of them had spoken still. The need for words simply wasn’t there. He moved, his body resting on her own. She grunted slightly, feeling his chest, his ribs, the warmth of his skin, and his cock press against her. Her mouth opened in a slight gasp as his fingers laced into her hair. His hand traveled down her body, and she began to jerk, pulling on her restraints. Her eyes still did not reflect any fear. Even as her fate hung above her head, she was not afraid. He moved, his hips, his hard cock grinding into her.
In as much as she didn’t want to admit it, Andy was growing more excited with each passing second. The more he moved his body towards hers’, the moisture between her legs increased. The raging waves inside her began to still, and she relaxed focusing on his face as he entered her. She could feel him. Words did not exist that could convey what she felt inside. This man had kidnapped her twice, threatened her mother, forced surgery on her, and had sold her to someone in Japan, and even now, she didn’t want him to stop. There was a strange connection between them. He was the man who had caused all her fears, all her sleepless night, and when she was with him, she no longer felt them. There was just calmness, a stillness, which was unmatched. She wanted to keep it. She wanted it to remain. Her voice was low as she spoke the truth she felt deep down inside. “Keep me.”