Every Breath You Take Ch 01

Chapter 1

There she goes

"Watch her," he pointed at a not too slim girl with longish reddish hair. Her hips moved as she walked in a pretty sexy way. "That girl is gonna be mine." He nodded in her direction.

"What if she's not a submissive?" The other speaker asked. "You can't just make anyone into something you want just cause you want it to be so."

The tall man with dark streaks throughout his blonde hair looked at his companion. "Can't I?"

"Who do you think I am?" He patted his chest.

"Well, you're not God." the other gentlemen answered. He brushed his own longish black hair out of his eyes.

"Says you," the other gentlemen replied. "But she will think I am."

They both watched as she turned the corner and was gone.

"Tomorrow it begins..." he told his companion.

The next day just at the turn of noon the same girl appeared walking down the street with her long sexy legs and that wiggle in her hips. He took a long deep breath and continued watching her. Where was she going and what was she doing?

As she rounded the corner he stepped out onto the sidewalk and followed her. He smiled as he watched her turn into a coffee shop. He too roamed into the shop and watched her.

"I'll take two cups of..."

The noise from the shop drowned out what she said. But he figured out pretty quickly that she had been sent out to get food and drink. A big tray was handed to her and she started for the door.

He opened it for her as she approached.

"Thank you," she'd said as she stepped through. The smile she gave him warmed up his breaking heart. She was gonna be his.

He whispered just under his breath. "I'll be watching you sweetheart, until I can make you mine."

Day after day he appeared in the same place and day after day he was there to open the door for her as she got coffee and treats for other workers.

One day after about two weeks she stopped at the door and turned to him.

"Are you always here?" She seemed to stumble for words before she finished what she was saying. "I mean, every day I come here you're here holding the door for me." The wind blew and her reddish hair circled her body and then lay straight at her sides.

He smiled in return. "Yes, you're right I am here everyday just to hold the door open for you." He waited until she stepped through and then he followed.

"I know you can't remember, I even know you might not wanna remember," he cleared his throat. "But, you belong to me." He gave her a 'I'm not lying to you smile,' of which he was famous for.

"How so?" she inquired. She moved from one leg to the other while holding up the food in her hands. She didn't remember ever belonging to anyone. Hadn't she been alone all of her life?

"You've always belonged to me," he assured her. "Can you not feel it in your bones?"

"She took a few steps backwards just to get out of the way of people coming out of the door of the coffee shop. She felt no fear of him.

"The only thing I can feel in my bones is tiredness," she assured him. "I've been at this all day. Go get this and go get that and to be honest I'm dead tried!" Her big blue eyes told him the entire story.

He reached out and took the tray from her hands. "Then lets get rid of this."

He moved to a nearby bench and sat the heavy tray down on it.

"I can't do that," she assured him, "It's due in the office in about five minutes." She reached down to pick it back up. He stopped her.

"You belong to me," he assured her.

She didn't even look up. She just continued reaching for the tray.

"I've got work to do," she assured him and finished picking up the tray.

Her long red hair brushed across her face as the wind picked it up and he pushed it aside just so he could look her directly in the eyes.

Blue eyes met and matched. Neither looked away...

"I assure you my dear," he allowed her to pick up the tray.

"I'll be watching you. Every move you make," he smiled, "Every breath you take, I assure you I'll be watching..."

He turned and walked away.

"What that a threat?"

She gazed at him as he walked away. He certainly was a handsome man. She liked the dark streaks he had in his hair and she liked his strong and assuring personality. There were times in her life that having someone think for her would have been refreshing. But, she sighed. "I've got to get this to the office."

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"Where in God's name have you been, June?" The office manager called out as she entered the room carrying the over heavy tray. Her fingers felt like led pipes. She allowed the tray to slam down on the table.

"It was busy today," she assured him as she handed him his black coffee and a danish roll she'd picked up at a different store on her return trip.

He took his coffee and vanished into his office closing the door behind him. Sara rubbed her fingers as the rest of the office crew came to collect whatever it was they ordered.

Shaun laughed as he took a sip from his coffee cup. "They always have the best coffee." He looked her way,"That's why we always send you there."

"Tell that to my fingers she assured him." He laughed and handed her instead a piece of his donut."

She laughed. "My fingers say no," she pointed at her mouth, "My stomach says yes." She opened her mouth and waited for him to shove a piece in.

"Your spoiled," he laughed and pushed a piece of donut into her mouth. "I wonder who did that?"

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She just laughed and turned towards the kitchen area. "I'm gonna clean up and then I'm off to get?" She looked at everyone in the room. No one said anything. "Your kidding?"

Everyone looked puzzled. "I guess your off to set on the couch, Shaun told her and gave her a gentle push towards it near the window where her office desk and chair had been located.