I got You

Chapter 7

Marinela?

Those words felt so hard for him to say, because he doesn’t move at all after he says them. Neither is he breathing. He just keeps his hands on my back and stares at my chest. But, I don’t think he does that for the same reason any other man would do that. He actually seems absent.

I can’t bring myself to say anything more. How do I start? I thought I had it all figured out, but now I realize I don’t. She is not like them. I can’t tell her everything yet, but I can’t stay quiet either. I exhale slowly and look her in the eyes. Asking if she is fine sounds like the right thing to start with, but I can’t even do that much.

This is getting weird. Does he think straddling men is a thing I do daily to stretch my legs? It is freaking uncomfortable. But, he doesn’t seem to care. He just stares at me like I am the one who needs to talk. He is getting on my nerves. What is his problem?

“Talk to me? Why would you want that? You don't even know me, why would you want to talk to me?” I say in a taut low voice, my left eyebrow raised.

“You want something…you want something…from me…don’t you?” My voice turns wobbly and I close my eyes to gather my thoughts. Of course he does dummy. When I open them, I see that my view hasn’t changed a bit. He is in the same position, unblinking.

“Are you here?” I snap my fingers in front of his face.

“Are you going to say anything, or should I just assume I am right?” I actually manage to keep my voice steady this time, and I already feel better.

Answer! What is wrong with you? Don’t be a p***y.

“You are right. I –”

“I knew it.” I cut him before he can say anything else, and narrow my eyes before I continue.

Fuck! She got really annoyed. That can’t be good. Why did you wait so long to answer? You need to make her cooperate with you tonight on a level that requires her to trust you with her body, just a couple of hours after she met you, yet all you do might only make her trust you less. You forget what she went through.

“You are just like him. All this bullshit is just to earn my trust. You want to make me feel like I owe you something by doing this. I would rather die, than do anything it is you would want me to do in return for this "favor" you are doing for me. I am not stupid, I know –”

Before I finish that sentence, his hands grab my waist and roll me onto the bed.

This is taking too long. I have to speed things up. I hope she doesn’t freak out.

Then, in a matter of seconds, he gets off the bed and starts removing his clothes.

Don’t freak out! Yes, that is right. Observe. Let your mind fantasize dear. It will be easier for you to get into the role. s**t, none of this would have been necessary if it wasn’t for my wariness.

He removes every piece of clothing that covers his body except for his boxer briefs. His body is amazing. Only looking at him makes my body ache, but I need to be smart. I can’t let my body decide for me. But I’ll be damned if I don’t admit that physique makes my mind go crazy. If his skin was whiter, he could easily pass for a statue, because he doesn’t freaking move. He just stares. Being stared at by a man like him, only makes it harder for me to keep my head straight. Is he doing this on purpose? Does he want me to willingly put my body on a platter and serve it to him?

The way she tugs her dress with her hands make me forget why I am here. If this was any other girl, I wouldn’t have hesitated, but I can’t do it with her. It just doesn’t feel right. I can see she is scared, and I know it is because of me. I let them take her. Or can she be scared of something else? Could they have…?

Finally. The statue finally moves. In no time I see him lowering himself above me and I feel the mattress on both sides of my waist dip as he places his hands on it. I carefully watch every inch of his body and once my eyes lock on his, he says, “Hey, are you ok?”

Am I ok? Hell, no! I can’t stand this anymore. I need to immediately get as far as I can from him. I prop on my elbows and start looking around. If I manage to pull my body up enough, I would be able to kick his head with my leg and jump off the bed. And then where? I don’t know. There are no windows, and the door must be locked. I would run around the room all night long if I have to, running from him, just to stay away.

So, that is what I do. I pull my body up and aim for his head, but my move must be so predictive for him, because he immediately dodges it, and captures my leg at the same time. He grabs my other leg and hooks them both on his shoulders. Now the back of my knees are on his shoulders with his hands on my hips, and his head between my legs. I try to remove my legs from his shoulders by spreading them, but I can’t. With his hands on my hips, he firmly presses my legs with his arms. I know my strength is no match for his, but I still do my best to detach from him. I kick with my feet and I push on his arms with my hands to loosen them, but nothing happens. I try to sink my head into the mattress and push against it to gain more strength, but that doesn’t help much either.

“Stop, you are going to hurt yourself,” he says as he grabs my wrists. “I am not going to have s*x with you, and I am not letting you out of my sight again.”

“Again?” I immediately stop moving when I hear him say that. What is that supposed to mean?

“Yes, again,” he says and lets go of my wrists, just to grab my hips again. This time he does more than just hold them. He lifts my body off the mattress by lifting my hips and straightens his body. I instinctively grab his arms as the movement makes me feel like I am going to fall, but I am not. He is holding me pretty tight as he turns and strides to the opposite wall. My back slams to the wall and I start breathing heavily.

“Did they touch you?”

“Why do you care?”

“You wouldn’t understand,” he says as he lowers my legs from his shoulders to his waist.

“Just say yes or no.”

I have no time to protest. I have no time to decide whether to be honest with him or not. His hips push forward, and he pins my body to the wall. I still hold on to his arms and he still holds my legs.

“No,” is all I manage to say. And it’s the truth. My mind is not capable of saying anything else but the truth. I don’t feel like lying to protect myself this time, because I don’t feel I am in danger anymore. I don’t know why, but being hold like this makes me feel safe. I feel restrained, but I also feel safe.

“I know you are confused and scared, and I can’t ask you to trust me because you probably wouldn't, and you shouldn't trust a stranger like me. I am just going to ask you to trust the facts I am going to tell you now.”

“I...” I open my mouth to talk, but I can’t form any word.

“Shh...don’t talk. We haven’t got much time left. I have to make this look like I am having the best f**k in my life and you’ve got to…let’s say look like you are enjoying it too,” he says, in a low and breathy voice.

Fuck! That came out wrong. Please, don’t make it weirder than it is sweetie.

“Fine…yeah…alright, I can do that…I guess,” I feel my voice turns shaky and my body starts to tremble. This is not going to be easy. Is he going to remove his…

I don’t wait for her to start thinking about what is going to come next and freeze. I proceed with my plan. I can feel her body shaking and her fingers tightening around the flash of my forearms. I doubt she is aware, but her legs tighten so much around me, that if I let go of her legs, she wouldn’t have fallen. But I don’t do it. The way I positioned her is not the best position for her, but I can’t think of another one that will give me enough space to hide her from them and give them some show at the same time. Sick fuckers! I can feel she is nervous, and it doesn’t necessarily mean that’s a bad sign. She is either scared or excited. There is only one way to find that out.

Oh my God! Why did I have to predict what was going to happen? I can’t believe I am doing this, but I can’t help it. The moment it happens, my eyes can’t separate from it.

Definitely excited. The moment I pull my package out, her n*****s harden and give me the answer I sought.

“You were right before, and I already told you that. I don't know who you are, but I know some stuff.” Does he think I can actually pay attention to his words now? Yeah, he clearly does, as he continues to talk, while working his hips at the same time back and forth to mimic the movement a man’s body makes when it is buried deep inside a woman.

“I am after something, which is not you. You just happened to be in the place I was at, with the people I was looking for. I can't tell you more before you tell me why you were in that place yesterday?”

With every push his hips do, his shaft comes close to touching my mound, but it never does. That doesn’t mean watching him do that doesn’t make me wet. At least I can release some of the tension by pretending to be moaning. Except I’m not. It is all real.

“I won't tell you,” I manage to form my first words after the many unintelligible words I just said.

“Okay. What about telling me what you know about these people?”

“I don't know anything.”

“I don't think you are telling the truth. I could see they didn't treat you like their own, but I feel like you know more.”

“Don't you think you should know more?”

“And why should I?”

“Because you are behind this.”

“You are funny.” He actually manages to huff a little laugh as well. The level of multitasking this man has is aah…awmazing.

“Do I even look like them? Do I look like I could be driving their cars?”

“How am I supposed to know what cars they are driving? I have never seen these people in my life before.”

“I think you do. That black SUV in front of the shop you were at last night wasn't there by coincidence. I think you know very well the car you were taken in from behind the hotel today and that SUV in front of the shop were exactly the same.”

“I don't know what you are talking about. I don't remember much from that night.”

“Fine. You are not going to talk. At least tell me your name.”

“Mar…Mar…” Oh my God! He increases the speed of his hips, and I can’t hold myself under control anymore.

My o****m bursts through me, and my name is the last thing I can think about.

Fucking hell! I did not expect that. And I don’t expect her to be able to spell her name in the next couple of minutes after that either, so I stay quiet. I pick her up and sit her on the edge of the bed. I pull my briefs back on, and get into my dress pants.

“How are you feeling?” he says softly as he kneels down in front of me.

“I…I…fine.” I murmur.

“Good,” he says, and pats the side of my arm.

“Can you tell me your name now?”

That makes me remember why I wasn’t capable of spelling my name just a couple of minutes ago and I blush, but I manage to say it.

“Martha,” I say with a brittle voice. I don’t want to give him my name, so I give my sister’s name. But, remembering it makes me remember how…

“Whoa! What happened?”

I don’t want to say it and I can’t. The tears I have been pushing back for the last two days will form a puddle on the floor as big as I am if I do that. I can’t afford that kind of weakness now. So, I get my throat to work, and swallow them all.

“It is okay. You are safe with me.”

After I say those words, I remember I said she shouldn’t trust a stranger like me, but I can’t help it. It is what I do. And she doesn’t seem to be fine.

“You are safe with me.” Those words sound so sincere, but I am not sure he is, so I silence my little voice telling me I should trust him, and look at my hands on my lap instead. He moves his hand from my arm and places it over my hands. He gives them a little squeeze and that little gesture is enough to send shivers through my body.

She closes her eyes and starts breathing fast, but doesn’t pull her hands away. Neither do I. If this is the only way I can comfort her in this moment, I am surely doing it.

I open my eyes and look up to search for his…but I can’t find them. I can’t find anything. The effect the adrenaline rush had on my body is wearing off and I know what comes next. This is the moment I think, as I wait for the empty feeling to take over my body. But, the feeling of nothingness doesn’t come like it did last time my body gave out. My head doesn’t hit the mattress either. All that hits me is a familiar feeling. It is one that doesn’t feel right, nor does it feel wrong.

It just feels…safe.